Orange Grove
they had an orange grove of ambition
lime trees,
of citrus hope
backyard gardens burned in sweet smoke
they had gin palaces
fit for kings and queens
they had saturdays and fairground scenes
and they were the tailgate
to every highway and byway
that spilt upon our maps
i was the evergreen railway porter
with life’s luggage on my back
collect me, from each and every railway station
and i am still that boy longing for consideration
find me in your orange grove
and in your lime trees
on sweet swept back plantations
let’s bathe in the heat of every intimate situation
James Garratt – Thursday 25th November 2021
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Orange Grove – Written Thursday 25th November 2021 (Aged 46)
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