I hated them when I was four years old, <br />The bright pink berries on the pepper tree. <br />And now they seem quite beautiful to me. <br />My tower of dreams when I was four years old <br />Was such a tree. Its branches hid me well, <br />Although I so disliked the berries' smell. <br />I had my dreams when I was four years old . . . <br />But groundling now, who once could mount in air, <br />I judge the high-swung bright pink berries, fair.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/appearances-3/
