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.
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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 !”