Remembering eating grapes under the vines, then walking
over to the cherry tree around the corner.
Eating the cherries and spitting the pits as far as we
could, then off to the pear trees afterwards for dessert.
Life was a bowl of fruit back then and we never had to pay
for it, a simple, easy life compared to that of the adults.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely imagery in this short but great little poem. Played out as a nice little visual behind my eyes!