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The Prince of Orange

Behold the Prince of orange, the peaches sang to me, while starlings intently foraged beneath the apple tree. Your garden is forbidden. The autumn wind, he sighed, to carry through the winter. The whole thing is just a lie. You're wrong, I said to the autumn wind, nothing further from the truth. The garden has taught me secrets, has fed me since my youth. True, the biting winter cold will raise it to the ground. But the garden is now a part of me. To its survival, I am crowned. In spring I will so it's fertile seed from the bounty in my storage. For now, I said to the autumn wind, behold the Prince of Orange.

About this poem

A Shakespearian style scene where all the characters, plants & animals mock the author's Symbiotic relationship with his garden. It opens with the peaches singing praise of the oriental poppy "Prince of Orange."

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Written on February 27, 2019

Submitted by Cincinnatus on June 07, 2022

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Thomas Edward Orsillo

Former GS-11 QAR (BUYER, TECHNICAL LIASON) at U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) 7 April 1986 to 31 December 2016 Resident/Owner 14 Rockwood Lane, Gloucester MA, (Lanesville since 2000 - Present) , (30 Year) DOD Civil Servant (GS-11) Retired. Primary Duty; to Provide Logistics Support to US/NATO/UN/Allied Security Forces IN/OUT CONUS, REPUBLIC OF SOUTH KOREA, HAITI, THE BALKANS; Member (E-5/PO2/ET) USNR, Honorable Discharge, Cadre-Tech-Liaison, Space & Naval Warfare Systems Command (SPAWAR), Billets to; SIMA NEWPORT RI, USS VALDEZ(FF-1096), USS WASP(LHD-1) Shock-Trial-Team. more…

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  • abielias1
    I love your choice of form - a well-done poem!
    LikeReplyReport5 days ago
  • Cincinnatus
    True happiness in life, my friend, requires a profound appreciation of love. Umami in Terroir. And from there, all else becomes clear.
    LikeReplyReport21 days ago


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