Poems by Danny P. Barbare

The Pecan Tree

Tatters through the leaves Thump.

Paper shells

Pecan pie, buttered roasted

   In the oven.

Now spotted leaves.

The fruit black.

Each year it tries to come

   Back

   Green as a leaf.

Trunk wrapped in burlap

   And treated with

Spray. It just takes a lot of love.—

America!

I am peace, who are you, I

   am comfort and calm

And contentment too

I am the breeze,

The wind chimes across

   The fields

I am happiness, the sweet

   Ring of the Liberty Bell.

 

Danny P. Barbare is a poet from Greenville, South Carolina.