Cherry Tree by Marina Zrnic©

 

How we wish how we long to be

sitting on a cherry tree

dirty shoes and bloody knees

an apple in our mouth.

The wind whispers softly to the tree

you two and I

we jump and run

behind the goose

behind the rooster

there

behind the duck.

It is hot so the elders decide:

"Put some white panties on their heads."

All is green and sticky and full.

Up there in a cornhouse

mistery is to be found.

And yet we run, run, run

while the church bell calls but no one goes.

The duck soup steams

the pancakes wait

but there´s no time 

as we need to run, run, run.

War and peace between us three.

He pulls the cow´s tail and says:

"If you pull it three times,

there´ll be magic in her lungs."

At night they buy some bread

warm a cup of milk 

from the same cow whose tail we pulled.

So we squeeze in our beds

soft duck feathers under heads. 

How we wish, how we long to be

sitting on a cherry tree

dirty shoes and bloody knees

an apple in our mouth.