Orchard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Orchard

Love and hate the poems
To me they, are the gates
To romance and trance;
All wealthy, joy and pain.

Read poem, named "Orchard, "
Protagonist was the pear…

With it I became bird
Flapped wings and headed
To my past, in village…

I was lost in jungle
of cherries (The sour!)

They grew in mass and
we, the boys, played there.

Picked and ate and used them
As décor for ears
Hanged them, made pyramids…

Our movements were perfect
Controlled, Walked Pageant…

There, fruits were many
Sun-ripened and tasty;
Pear tree among them.

What I miss most of all
Is the white mulberry
(Base of my flesh, bone.)

Planting was culture:
"It can be anywhere;
Next to pond or river
For the use of people
To relax in the shade
For free, and, or pay."

Why do I read poems?