MANGO SPELL
I’m sitting in the shade of the mango tree.
It’s a white-hot day but it doesn’t bother me
’cause it’s cool in the shade of the mango tree
eating mango.
The round ripe fruits of the mango tree
glow like sunsets all around me
and a warm rich perfume dizzies me
from the mango.
So there isn’t any place I’d rather be
than the dark green shade of the mango tree
with golden mangoes tempting me
on the mango.
© Kate O’Neil
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Can feel it all. A lovely poem. Thanks, Kate.
An absolutely delicious poem Kate.
An absolutely delicious poem, Kate.
Hi Jeanie, Thanks for posting the superb picture with my poem. I wish my mango tree looked like that – but it has been thoroughly possumed- no leaves, let alone fruit.
Best wishes for the New Year.
Dianne.
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