Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

To Mr. Nice Guy - Poem by Slava Olchevski

Would you like to eat some berries off a mulberry tree?
Would you like to taste some cherries: wild grown, organic and pesticide free?

In Virginia these trees are everywhere
One has to look and you find them, I swear

Deliciously sweet, full of natural goodness
Raspberry here grow in abundance

Clusters of blackberries look like barbed wire
Poison-ivy entangled, it kills all desire

Persimmons trees and even grape wines
Grow in some places from ancient times.

There used to be farms and orchards around
But cities encroaching, new buildings abound

Some people that own the adjacent land
Extend their properties, the fruits they demand

Don’t touch all these berries, you have to comply
Say “Thank you, my neighbor”, Mister Nice Guy…



Walking around Lovettsville, VA

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009



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