Seven by Vashti Brown
It was at the age of seven
That my first visit
To great grandfather
Was my idea of heaven.
Is home was set out in the countryside
A home in a landscape of colour,
With fruit growing on either side.
Orange, pineapple, mango and grapefruit
Great grandfather always stood in the yard
Proudly viewing the display
Wearing his khaki suit.
We drank homemade lemonade
And picked fruit all day.
Then when all the jobs were done
We ate out in the sun.