Childhood Memory 1 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Childhood memory 1

Little boys, varied age
On the soil after plow
We gathered the clods
One, two, three and much more
Architects, we made cave with a gate
At its end had chimney, ventilate
Inside it we put bush with tinder
Then the match, one strike and fire
Inside clods turned beetroot in maroon
Then after we threw potatoes, some for each
Then we jumped and crushed our igloo, to flat
To play we went away; we young kids
When came back after games
Hill was warm not as hot as it was
With sticks we removed parts of earth
Blinking potatoes came to sight, skins burned
Peeling them with bare hands we bit, ate tenderly
Great meal and tasty; better than white wine and caviar
Far better than Champagne with lobster
We lied down on rough soil, chose clod as pillow
In heaven, far better than Penthouse of Hilton