In Heidelberg we stayed in a white house <br />against the ranges <br />and there were always <br />sweet yellow corn that Mom had planted <br />and nice juicy green beans <br />that crept up the canes <br />and I planted rows of onions <br />and pulled orange carrots <br />from the ground <br />and washed them at the tap <br />and bit pieces from them <br />and the trees <br />were heavy with peaches <br />and we had to <br />chase the baboons away <br />that came to strip the them, <br />but those times <br />has long passed <br />and I wonder what is left <br />of that old white house?<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-heidelberg/
