GREED
Into the orchard,So we go.
Where the apples,
Plums and cherries grow.
As we searched,
Across this summer land.
The fruit of many tasted we,
An orange and a lemon tree.
Nectarines, mangoes too,
Fruits of many.
That we always grew,
Would refresh our thirst.
From many trees,
Fit to burst..
With all the orchards,
That I've ever been.
All the wonderful places,
That we've often seen.
There's one thing,
In life that's eluded me.
That's the splendiferous,
Magnificent money tree.
Then someone told me,
Where to go. saying
It was hidden, At the end
of the rainbow.
Although this is what
we were told,
When we got there;
All we found was,
A pot of gold.
A friendly leprechaun said,
"If you're not after me pot of gold.
Let me tell you what,
You're looking for my friend.
If it's the money tree you're after,
It's at the other end.
Rainbows have mysterious ways,
I've been searching for them.
All my worthless days,
Just so that I could see.
All my life it's eluded me.
That splendiferous magnificent,
Money tree.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-06-06 at 00:31
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