Time was an orange <br />in a stocking was a treat. <br />Or maybe a banana. <br />Now it’s Star Fruits, Uglies <br />and Prickly Pears flown <br />round the world for dinner parties. <br />Hand picked gently by Josef <br />who has no shoes. <br />“No we can’t serve those again, <br />everybody has them. <br />We need the Jum Jum Fruit <br />grown only on the <br />western slopes of Kilimanjaro. <br />They’ll be a wow! ” <br />Like the fruit <br />we’ve come a long way. <br />Yet not far enough to know <br />the worth of an orange <br />in a hand knitted stocking. <br />But we’ll learn. <br /> <br /> <br />Martin Swords <br />Oct.2008 <br /> <br /> <br />A sad reflection on the Celtic Tiger period in Ireland and elsewhere. <br />Maybe soon we'll be glad to have that Orange. Must start knitting <br />some stockings.<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-was-an-orange/
