KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
The year of too many
My Dad he grew a Paw Paw Tree
And then another and another.
And then many more.
The Paw Paw tree, a tall skinny tree
Good to define
The edge of the vege patch, you see.
Hooked on the trees
They grew and grew
Flowered and fruited too
Until the time we had too many
Paw Paws, they were profuse!
We ate them with ice cream
We ate them plain
We took them to school
And we ate them there too
We gave them away
To any poor soul
Who happened to drive down the driveway.
Dad picked paw paws each day
In washing basket multitudes
Until we could give away no more.
I don’t remember what happened to the rest,
Injested inside us I guess,
But it took me years
Absolutely years
To like paw paw again 🙂
2 Comments on “The year of too many”
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KJ Eastwick 
When I was a kid, we used to sing a song about “Picking up pawpaws and putting them in the basket”. I never knew what pawpaws were. I was very young!!! Thanks to you, I recalled that song, today. It was a sweet memory. I then googled PawPaw Trees. Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Fortunately I don’t know the song. It is only just now that I can eat paw paws again!
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