In the front yard of my next-door neighbor stood a hedge of hibiscus trees. There was one special tree that always had yellow flowers among the red, pink and orange…
JJ liked to play with his rabbit; I liked to chase after my fat guinea pig!
Who said we couldn’t pick the unripe grapes? I always plucked them to make strong ammunition of my bamboo guns.
Yellow Hibiscus
The flow of memory lane
Strikes up an oblivious fan
Turning languidly
With its heavy head
Where is my bucket of strawberries
Who ate all my cheese cake
The current of windy day
Brings down a forgotten dance
Where is the dragon
Who took away Confucius’s cane
Little child has a small pet
Running around like busy ants
Under the tree of yellow hibiscus
Scatter my all-time favorite
Mischievous robber bands…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
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