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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574553" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Switches, Pop, And Persimmon Rockets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, well, that tall old persimmon<br>That stood in the yard, when I was a lad<br>The soft fruit that fell from that tall old persimmon<br>When picked up and eaten, what sweetness, it had</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It didn’t take long to eat up all the ripe ones<br>And then what was left laying under the tree<br>Was firm, shiny fruit that resembled green apples<br>And it seemed it should also be tasty, to me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I picked up a big one and brushed off the dirt<br>Then sunk my teeth in its flesh, firm and green<br>My mouth puckered up like a prune in the sun<br>I found that persimmons aren’t tasty when green</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brothers and I and the neighbors as well<br>Would play in its shade most all the day long<br>Softball or horseshoes or cowboys and Indians<br>It didn’t much matter ‘cause life was a song</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since no one could eat those hard green persimmons<br>We wondered if use for such fruit could be found<br>While playing one day, through a sheer stroke of genius<br>A discovery was made of gargantuan bounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Right there on the ground we made our discovery<br>A single use switch that my pop made me cut <br>And once he had finished the job it was cut for<br>He dropped it right there where I, then picked it up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seemed, such a waste, to get only one use<br>From such a fine switch as this one I had cut<br>So, onto its tip I pushed one green persimmon<br>And reared back and flung it as hard as I could</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We couldn’t believe how smoothly it flew <br>Up through the trees and over the fence<br>It bounced off the roof of the house on the next street<br>We all were astounded, how far that it went</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A new sport was born that glorious day<br>Contests were held and a champion was named<br>We bounced more’n a dozen hard green persimmons<br>Off of that rooftop the very first day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day when that neighbor should’ve been working<br>He found green persimmons all over his lot<br>He studied awhile on the puzzle before him<br>Then, as fate would have it, he called up my pop</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It didn’t take pop long to figure it out<br>When he found all our ordnance piled in the ditch<br>Since I was the oldest, he called me in first<br>And told me, “young man, go cut me a switch”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cut you a good one, I said to my pop<br>But, I feel I must say, as I give it to you<br>For a switch of this nature, it seems a disgrace<br>To be wantonly put to such vulgar a use</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© C R Clark-6/15/2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=C.R.+Clark">C.R. Clark</a><div class=q>
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That stood in the yard, when I was a lad
The soft fruit that fell from that tall old persimmon
When picked up and eaten, what sweetness, it had

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