Wild Fruit

Remember the wild plums that grew by the road?
Remember riding home with our bucket load?
The taste, the smell, watching for bees?
The wild apricots that grew in the trees?

We rode our bikes to find the treasure,
Riding, picking, eating, such a pleasure,
Easy to find all over the place,
Spitting the seeds, juice on your face.

Where did they go? Why did they leave?
Childhood pleasures, for which we now grieve,
It is those pleasant memories of yesteryear,
Only the memories now bring us cheer.