Josh Alfred

Bronze Star - 2,772 Points (02/27/89)

At The Vales At Noon - Poem by Josh Alfred

At noon
I Plucked a fruit
Quenched a thirst
Dipped my face in
Tenderness crunched

At noon
Put back at root
A return to first
With an elated grin
I ate, I munched.

At noon,
The tree was bent
So I could pick with room
The fruits all grown well
Grasping arms air.

At noon,
Fruits filled with scent
The tree did bloom
Holding onto smell
Vales of peaches and pears.

Topic(s) of this poem: fruit


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 28, 2017


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