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The Coconut Tree

"The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again;
man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child."
~Paul Gauguin

Once there was a lonely coconut tree
Atop a big hill by the deep blue sea
It’s swaying in the breeze
And bending a few degrees
A foolish man scaling it dangerously
 
We looked upwards, in our eyes horror
So hoping there’s no quake nor tremor
As he climbed up the tree
Slowly albeit unsurely
And praying he won’t make a dumb error
 
He got to the top hanging for dear life
And he quickly drew a very sharp knife
He cut off a young coconut
Was it safe? Anything but!
Then he cut off more; maybe for his wife
 
He threw the coconuts into the ground
One, two or three caused a loud sound
A few broke in the fall
But most survived it all
Lucky, except for us, no one’s around
 
Then he quickly descended in a flash
He’d have won the hundred meter dash
Gathered a few young ones
Cut them so the water runs
He offered the coconuts to us for cash
 
So we gave him a few pesos dutifully
All the while we’re laughing merrily
He flashed a toothless smile
Bad breath reaching a mile
It’s a day we’ll talk about endlessly
 
02-20-2015
© F Aparici

Wrote this poem over six years ago. Based on an almost true story. LOL

#2015

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