Shiny Red On My Floor Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Shiny Red On My Floor
Bounteous fruit fell off the tree,
And onto my barn floor.
These fruits of mystery,
Blocked the barn door.
Shiny red on the tree,
So tempting to me,
What were they all about?
I thought maybe some philosophical theme,
Some interpretation by the farmer,
Walking through his shiny, red grove,
Painting pictures of it in his mind.
A red, shiny idea of it's kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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