Persimmons
December 11, 2003 - Persimmons, by Yvonne Eber
My, my another Persimmon,
another Persimmon oh deary me.
Orange and bright
yet still a plight
when offered to me upon my bike.
Japanese
always trying to please
taking off their trees
pounds of this tasty fruit.
A beautiful gift
is this loot
but will this help me up the
mountain of my route
Note to the Reader:
Right now I am biking through Japan in November (the persimmon season). This poem is about how Japanese people are taking no notice of how much weight we already have on our bikes. For no apparent reason other than pure generosity they keep giving us pounds of persimmons. We really love this gift but 100 pounds of persimmons in one week is an awful lot of weight to carry over a mountain pass.
Last Updated: December 11, 2003
