Pear Trees
Rows and rows of pear trees
Solider effervescently
In the aura-dawn.
Their lines are the keepers
Of the dew-grass labyrinth
And the bungalow at their end,
For their fruit has been
The source of pride
For generations
Of soiled hands.
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