Peaches and Cheese:

The vagabond sun winks down through the trees,
While lilacs, like memories, waft on the breeze,
My friend, I was born for days such as these,
To inhale perfume,
And cut through the gloom,
And feast like a king upon peaches and cheese!
I’ll travel this wide world and go where I please,
Can’t stop my wand’ring, it’s like a disease.
My only regret as I cross the high seas:
What I leave behind,
Though I hope to find,
My own golden city of peaches and cheese!
Rachel Hartman, Seraphina

Martha peach tree u

Photo Martha Hughes

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2 Responses to

  1. Barb Estinson says:

    Those peaches look good.

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