Orange Donkey

Orange Donkey short poem

Photo by Mike Schmid

Orange tree, Orange tree, beautiful to me
A Field full of Oranges on, orange clayish earth I see
Sapphire blue sky with the odd sea bird floating on the slight breeze so free
The odour of the ripening skin sends my senses flowing in my tranquil mind and memory for eternity
Night comes slowly here and shows the wide open space so clear and the stars touch you in a most mysterious way as we are not alone obviously
I fall asleep to the sound of the crickets then suddenly awake and my friend Ben, my Donkey is licking my face I laugh and run and chase him and dawn splinters the sky once again for the human race and my friend the Donkey.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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An idyllic picture drawn with deft hand. Picturesque language.