Mango Treasure © Poem by Roann Mendriq

A scorching summer holiday,
We heard the river call;
Afternoon siesta time,
A time to play for all.

I floated like a wayward cloud,
In the shade of mango trees;
Languidly, I closed my eyes,
And felt the summer breeze;

When suddenly a heard a sound,
A cheeky little plop!
'Look ma! ' my sonshine called out,
I saw a mango drop!

And in we dived, all 3 of us,
To find our mango treasure;
We found it, ate it, savoured it,
Life's precious little pleasure!