Divine Supper Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Divine Supper
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.
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