My Pear Tree Poem by JJ Evendon

A small pear tree stands in my garden so
how old it is I really don't know.
It's a small tree about 10 feet high
with LED lights - solar powered that point up to the sky.
It's a pretty little tree and I love it to.
I care for it as if it were you.
A chicken and a pig are placed at its base,
somewhere a sparrow hidden is placed.
Throughout winter it stood bare without leaves
looking ordinary like any other tree.
But when summer came I was surprised to find
so many pears had grown– to count would take a long time.
Slowly, they began to ripen, and then fall.
A sign that autumn is coming after all.
Never have I seen so many pears come from one small tree.
So much so I gave most to my neighbour for breakfast, lunch and tea.
Now all that remains are the three left in my hand.
And I look at them in wonderment as they've grown on my land.
Now winter has come and its leaves are all gone.
Until next spring that is - which isn't too long.
And when the season's temperature slowly rises
I shall look forward again to share its marvellous surprises.