My Lemon Tree
My lemon tree has had a hard time
Hard time in life you will agree
Potted in same pot was in the store
Regularly watered not, survived
Bees don't come here anymore. Got to
pollinate somehow. An aside here,
I taught a friend how to pollinate
Hers had almost dozen oranges
This year for the tree and me bees came
Three lemons, that's enough for a pie?
Maybe not but there won't be a pie
Lemons were forgotten in the fridge
Bees' work in vain, promises gone wrong
Lemons wait and rot, no thanks they got
Next year will the bees come? Think not
They're dying by the millions, why plant
Government doesn't care, politics
Cut taxes for rich, let the bees die
A machine can't a lemon tree make
Tree, dumb mute, can't tell you how it is
Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
I'm Linked with Grace at Heaven at
There Grace wrote of David Huerta, his poems and other literary work he has done. Then she challenged us to write an original poem for this Sunday's post based on his poetry or something inspired from reading his poetry.
Since I can't visualize (hardly) I decided on his poem, Fruit, which prompted me to pay a little tribute to my Lemon Tree and also a dirge (or ding) to our political scene. My senator says 'why should the U.S spend money on determining why the bees are dying and on how to save them?' I would say that the Honey Business doesn't have a very powerful lobby.
David also wrote a poem called Machinery (click here, and scroll down or click on Machinery in the index). That poem prompted me to write in my poem the line chiding the machine, which can not make a lemon tree. As if it could, would there be lemons?
Labels: Personal-Challenge-2015, Poem, Syllabic Form, Trees