Mango Tree

On vast field one day a boy walked,

For miles saw nothin’,

Another mile saw somethin’,

On the midst,

Moves on to lead,

What’s yonder,

In laconic motion, neigh,

Lad saw haughty tree

 

 

So thick, so verdant,

Her branches twist’d sturdy,

Sallow green leaves lordy,

Yet no flora speak proudly,

Waited countless years dearly,

Much awaited sweetness,

Of her smooth skinn’d heart

 

 

Boy slept ‘till mornin’

Wakes up adorin’ sunrise,

Walks to window surprise,

To see dyin’ mango tree,

Needs waterin’ to free,

Life once again,

Naïve, florid, a smilin’,

Though nescience was he

 

 

Grandpa a comin’one day

Started a workin’,

Prunin’, a sprayin’,

Though he was ignoble,

Keeps away trouble,

Needs he no footless,

Yet full of ludic tale,

When mango tree a talkin’

 

 

The protégé listened

His latitudinarian Ol’ man,

Once a valiant seaman,

By then turned farm hand,

Possesses mango land,

A sellin’ the sweetish fruit,

That’s Ol’ man’s dream,

And it’s comin’ true

 

 

Days passed by

Trees a flowerin’ all over,

Redolent in fragrance moreover,

Elated they were, boy an’ grandpa,

Ol’man enjoyed today’s spa,

Once sugary fruit comes in,

Green dough starts a pourin’

Tope! As the French say

 

 

Another sunny mornin’

Laddy boy comes rushin’,

Tellin’ Ol’man’s face a washin’,

Heart shaped fruit hangin’,

Hundreds each trees bangin’,

Ready for pickin’,

The saccharin fruit,

Packed in cartons for transport

 

 

Hard day’s work finished

Aged, juvenile face creases,

Appearance of happiness,

Without taking sight thereof,

Sallow skinn’d fruits afar off,

There’s endless wealth surely,

If Ol’ man’s aegis,

Wil’ be there to stay

 

 

Mango tree live hundred years

Ol’man’s can’t live long,

Protégé took before long

Ignoble he’d become

Nor froward he’d overcome

Son, grandson, great grandson

Heritage will go on

So with the tree and its sugary fruits

 

 

Of all the fruits,

Mango the sweetish of them all!

 

Poem By: Noel Horlanda

 

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