Topic: The Literary Arts
I once wrote a poem, which may or may not have been in a forum post, maybe it can be located, it was about a can of apricots canned in Australia bought in England and musing about the apricots having grown on a tree beneath stars different from those seen from England.
Here's a little ditty in response.
This poem's about a can of peaches
Marooned in rusty tin atop the sand
On one of England's windswept beaches
. Its contents clear, writ on the label band
Would, if peaches thought, mindless as they are
. In reality, think how they arrived
From distant land, in can rather than a jar
. From sunny clime and happy land derived
Their thoughts, concerning their own can, were moot
. Were the distance, in a tin, they travelled
From Australasia, a convoluted route
. And arrived, their calmness so unravelled
Or thinking of the blessed Southern skies, the stars
. In the blackness of the heavens showing
Beauteous lights, the skies of England cloudiness marring
. Not like the Southern night time glowing.
Of trees with southern peaches laden down
. Under those brilliant Australasian skies
Dreamt our tin of fruit with peachy velvet gown
. Denuded, so eaten sweet in pies!
