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The Orchard (Part 2)

The Orchard Part 2

Forget the oranges and lemons too,

The ones we nurtured in those orchards

We knew as children, giddy with citrus perfume

Ripe with life.

Our orchards past have withered to dust

Under the night shell and inhumanity of war They shall not grow old,

No time for fruit.

But now we grow apple and pear

A small plot of land and for which we care

With the tenderness of the orchards of yesterday

Because the apples are now our oranges.

And they taste like home.

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