Poems to Read From Inside a Peach


When sirens are screechin’ –

the world’s always preachin’-

the winds whisper each to each –

I build some wings to fly away

and live inside a peach.


Yes, every day’s a treat, my love –

we all sing each to each my love –

I try to practice as I preach –

when my house, I espouse, is a peach.


Me Maw says it’s icky, me Paw says it’s tricky!

You’ll get sticky buns! – they beseech.

But they’re loosey goosey, life’s jolly and juicy

when living inside of a peach.


As rains plip and plop at the tip-tippy-top

we shall swim in a peach flavored sea…

and when Cricket drops in… we shall sip… as we swim…

just Cricket… and Anty… and me.


At noontime we stand on the white fuzzy sand –

we hop upon white fuzzy beaches.

And life’s without hassles when building fluff castles

and hopping up top upon peaches.


At nighttime when spiders come biting and brawling

and calling hi ho! as they crawl,

we hush till they go and then laugh just to show

that we were not frightened at all.


We twitter! We skitter!! We holler!!! We howl!!!!

– pretending we’re spiders ourselves.

We make a big ruckus – we shake a big tuckus –

and stumble like ambling elves.


We watch the moon rise in the sparkling sky –

and it looks like a peach – big and round –

as we sit here under and whisper and wonder

if someone up there’s looking down.


Most peaches are floorless, sans windows, and doorless…

no teetering towers of dishes…

and life is a dream when there’s nothing to clean,

and our Days are all spent wishes.


Yes, oceans have fishes like peaches have wishes,

they flutter like dust in the sun.

They flutter about till they’re all fluttered out

and then fall fast asleep on your tongue.


Ho and Hum, I don’t mosey. These tosies won’t wander.

Yes, life is so cozy right hereand not yonder.

I will not be roamin’, I’ve found home sweet home in…

I’m living inside of a peach.