Memories from My Youth
picking fuji apples
off fruit trees
in the country
on the land we lived in.
Homemade pies were the norm.
Rich crust, softened inside.
Warm and comforting.
In my spare time,
when I lived on that ranch,
I studied, sang, and wrote
song lyrics from the 70s
even though we were in the 90s.
I'd stay in my room
that was separated from the house
and engross myself in the music.
No neighbors lived close by.
I had been used to having
visitors knock on the door at an y time
for the last 2 years in the small town of Orange Cove.
They were gracious, kind, welcoming to us country kids.
We'd eat pan dulce, sweet bread, and drink café con leche.
We'd sit together and watch novelas, Spanish soap operas,
And play Loteria, a Mexican bingo game, while laughing the night away.
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