happy little joey skipped and sang
freely waltzing down the street
sing the tune your father wrote
sing of the apples in the trees
sing of the pickers in the grove
joey's glad it isn't him who climbs
climbs the ladders to the trees
climbs the ladder of success and
escape. escape from the orchards where
both his father and the pickers are enslaved
joey danced on down his way
success is his to keep
though his father wants success and escape
success he has escape he wants
joey has both success and escape
joey is free from apples and the trees
Joie de vivre [Joy of living]
thanks to his father's succes
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Prompt words, Joie de vivre, suggested by Leo at I Rhyme Without Reason
Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Joie de vivre" as prompt
The sign by the roadside orchard says, "piquer c'est voler," meaning 'bite is stealing.' The red 'dot' in the picture has an apple inside an international circle with a diagonal 'no' line. This all is to say, 'do not eat apples from the trees, it is stealing.'
Picture was taken on Île d'Orléans, QC, Canada (link with map), just north of Quebec City, on the St. Lawrence River.
Too good Joey has both the good things in life! all said, the joy of living...:)
ReplyDeleteJoy and Joey, and Joie. Perfect!
ReplyDeleteExcellently done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, poetry this! Loved it.. Joy every where scattered..one can take one's pick..
ReplyDeleteLucky Joey!
ReplyDeleteInteresting treatment !!! :) enjoyed it !
ReplyDeleteYears since last I saw apple trees on me own. Thank you for this great piece of memory. Please have a good new week.
ReplyDeletedaily athens
Delightful, as always...lovely poem! And I appreciate your supportive words on my blog regarding my empty nest situation. Your words truly helped...thank you!
ReplyDeleteAs Linda said, I loved all the joys!
ReplyDeleteabout fish, chips, nothing much else
And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday mornings and thereafter!
But will he have success. And does he need it. Oh now I will contemplate the meaning of life all night. ;)
ReplyDeletevery rhythmic.. took me back to "Happy Little Rain Drops"- A poem I studied when was in 1st grade...
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Happy Week :)
lovely verse here, Jim :) perfect.. Joie de Vivre! :D
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That is good- thought provoking as well. In Michigan where we go are the tons of migrant workers- traveling around the country with seasonal work- hard life. I love the idea of the "singing a tune your father wrote" There is such success in seeing your child have a much better life than you did. Have a good week!
ReplyDeletewell said...!!
ReplyDeletea lot sed there... tho how many fathers have built a legacy working hard only to have their children turn away or burn it to the ground... just a thought... not much joy in that... there's something to be sed tho abt moving on inamorata
ReplyDeleteLove your poem my friend. I found the the prompt very hard to write about. You have done very well.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
I like that you used the name Joey which points you back to Joie.
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