Well Preserved

Our backyard was like paradise, in my childhood.

Kids would meet here, from all around the neighbourhood.

Room enough to kick a footy, and play cricket.

There was a great peppercorn tree to climb, and a huge berry thicket.

Also large fruit trees, peaches, apricots and pears.

I remember the loganberry vine, thorns like spears.

And plucking the purple berries, our arms protected by hessian bags.

The fruit picking season would be so much fun.

Best of all, was scaling the loaded fruit trees.

Clambering up through the middle trunks.

Higher and higher, going from branch to branch.

Stretching full-out to pick the ripened sweets.

Filling the carry baskets, and our pockets too.

Like fruit lollies, succulent and juicy, always eating three or two !

Mum would diligently de-stone and half them all.

Carefully stacking them in glass jars, standing so tall.

Cooking for hours, in the giant Vacola Boiler pot.

The lids were sealed and clamped while still hot.

Preserved as our dinner sweets for many months to come.

During those years of joy, under the backyard sun.


Ivor Steven.

Featured Photo: Β -simplebites.net

Sincere thanks to, Michelle, of “Her Writing Haven”, for being the inspiration and encouragement behind these words, while I was having a few days of rest away from my writing desk. Please read her poem, “Writers Unite !”


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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

59 thoughts on “Well Preserved”

      1. Yes, it’s certainly nice, I’m writing one now, about that first day we went to Melbourne to find out about what was wrong with Carole, I’ve had it blocked away, and I’m finding the thoughts difficult to express, but have deep feeling of wanting to tell the story. … xx


  1. Ahh… more lovely memories. You’re making me hungry now too. Lol… There’s nothing better than homemade canned goods. I never learned how, but always wanted to. Someday… πŸ˜‰

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  2. This is so beautiful, Ivor! The imagery you created in my mind is so pleasing to my heart.
    While I can’t say that I relate entirely to your piece of art (eh, my childhood is being spent totally differently), I can always imagine it and it’s just so vividly nice! πŸ’–

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      1. 😊
        I freaked out royally last night! πŸ˜‚
        In hindsight, there are so many other ways I could have done that better..
        Anyway, thanks a ton!
        Hope you have a bright day ahead.

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  3. your memories come through the lines and I am tasting love, trust and joy among other amazing flavours from your beautiful poetry. what a childhood, I am now reminiscing mine after reading this brilliant piece of work.

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