Clarence Prince

Bronze Star - 2,062 Points (September 14 / Jamaica W1)

The Sour Lemon Tree - Poem by Clarence Prince

A sour lemon tree flower attracts the bee
While its fruit is bitter not so its flower
White is its flower sweet and very pretty
Only the fruit is bitter and that's just a pity
As the beauty of its flower resist not a bee
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

With fruit that is bitter bears a lemon tree
But useful is its fruit good for everyday use
Once said a bee... your flower is very sweet
It carries fragrance scented out in the street
Yet bears you fruit bitter no one wants to eat
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

A citrus tree with fruit no other tree bears
Then out of the tree came a nice neat voice
'Twas like a voice of one who's very wise
This is what it said trees are not so free
One made a decree for every bearing tree
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

The Creator decides the fruit a tree bears
Whether it be bitter or whether it be sweet
The Creator decrees for every bearing tree
To bring forth fruit ordained for it to bear
Then sweet or bitter bears a tree its fruit
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree.


Comments about The Sour Lemon Tree by Clarence Prince

  • Gold Star - 20,480 Points Valsa George (10/12/2014 11:55:00 PM)

    A lemon tree bears beautiful white flowers, but it has fruits that are sour in taste! All fruits cannot be sweet.... some have to be sour, some bitter, some bland, for variety is the spice of life! Each one is ordained to serve a special purpose...! A teacher cannot do the work of a doctor or a plumber, the work of a carpenter! Great poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,753 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (7/26/2014 10:13:00 PM)

    A creative composition my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (5/24/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    Interesting write Clarence (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 135 Points Sidi Mahtrow (11/3/2010 7:37:00 AM)

    A small gnat carries along a bacteria
    That causes a grower's histeria
    For the tree once infected will be its demise
    Yielding a fruit that's bitter and srunken in size.

    So maybe its God's plan?
    To try the patience of man
    To see if he is willing to make amend
    And spray on the pesticides that means the gnat's end. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, July 30, 2010


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