Pocket full of plums <br />dusty and purple <br />this tree hung its fruit <br />among perfect daylight <br /> <br />Pocket full of plums <br />plucked by this boy's hands <br />we'll taste the abundance <br />of this good land soon <br /> <br />Pocket full of plums <br />dance in light of the moon <br />tangy on my tongue <br />what chance tries delight<br /><br />Phillip Michael Sawatzky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plum-tree-2/
