In a distant forest stood
A special tree that one day could
Grow magic beans with special power
workers will pick them for hours
And ship them to another land
To be stored in bottles and cans
all around the world they roam
then make their way to normal homes
The beans are ground into a grain
then through water they are drained
into a cup, filled to the bruim
then the magic beans thrown in the bin
but the happy end of the story is a coffee in all its glory!
Good, good, good. Congratulations from a real coffee lover/addict
STANZA 3; brim, not bruim and I wouldn't use 'grain' and I say the water is drained (?) through the water. but I still like the poem. ;)
And, though I 'don't know what to make of it', your note, that is, I like it. ;)))))))))))))))))))) bri
It's #54 today on PH's list of Best Member Poems [though I say not all are the best!
' beans are ground into a grain' I wouldn't use 'grain'. Maybe 'again'? NO. Anyway, I like the poem. I also give it five stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great to hear this Magic story on the one thing I could not live without and it always feels like a happy ending when I have one. Thank You and Welcome!