Beetles To Gadflies Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Beetles to gadflies

Can recall that summer
-and camping in open
-full of joy, freedom

We, the boys, were devils
-can picture the trees in tear
-We climbed monkey-like
-to branch were crows
-picked fruits, danced and fought
-"Oh blood, " would then shout
-blackberry, ripe, not-so-ripe
-was rubbed and then crushed
-on face of enemy, a cousin

In times danced girlishly
-on ears hung cherries
-bunch of them, clusters

No rice was grown there
-but we had rice beetles
-pitch black, glossy
-in sun shined brassy

They took the defecate
-made balls and spheres
-rolled backward with hind legs

Since they were too slow
-I never saw end-show
-they sure lose to turtles…

By trees and fruits
-by water's early tongues
-when were led to the farms
-hung insect with four wings
-motionless as Chinook, when chopper
-we caught them and played
-as dirty as we could

I miss you my village and teammates
-love you all, always shine, precious.