James Berry Poems

Some people shoot up tall.
Some hardly leave the ground at all.
Yet-people equal. Equal.
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Only chance made me come and find
my hen, stepping from her hidden
nest, in our kitchen garden.
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Only chance made me come and find
my hen, stepping from her hidden
nest, in our kitchen garden.

In her clever secret place, her tenth
egg, still warm, had just been dropped.

Not sure of what to do, I picked up
every egg, counting them, then put them
down again. All were mine.

All swept me away and back.
I blinked, I saw: a whole hand
of ripe bananas, nesting.

I blinked, I saw: a basketful
of ripe oranges, nesting.

I blinked, I saw: a trayful
of ripe naseberries, nesting.

I blinked, I saw: an open bagful
of ripe mangoes, nesting.

I blinked, I saw:
a mighty nest full of stars.
naseberry: sapodilla plum with sweet brown flesh
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