As I was having supper
I so traveled in my mind
To your orchard of peppers
So colorful and tasty
Made my supper so divine
I felt so too, the times I used to write letters… oh! Ages ago… quite nostalgic memories
My orchard of divine peppers is there all gay and colourful and pungent, always welcoming you, Richard.
Thank You, Richard for this lovely rejoinder to our conversation. And thanks to PoemHunter for the platform.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I searched for this poem/ on a cue from you, my dear poet/ all through yesterday/ for I knew it'd be good to read.// But, alas! PoemHunter said/‘wait for another day" / and here I am today, grateful/ to PoemHunter