PALM LEAVES OF A CHILD.

When i was very small indeed and Joe and Fred were six yrs giants
My father then and I, with soil did mix farm yard manure
In this we planted coconuts naming them by brothers name
The palm grew fast far and i
As soon ere i grew up to a man
The flowering reached their goals
Like the earring that my sister wore
Came  the tender golden flowers
I watched them grow from gold to green
The nuts as large as Tata's  head
I caved the milk i knew the bore
I listened to the whispering leaves
When night winds did wake
They haunt me still in work
And plays those whispering leaves behind the sit
On the cabin walk of child hood
Dreaming and becoming .