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I pass all the signs on the Balfour Blvd, “Peaches,” “Pick Yourself!,” “Towns Best!” and come home

to greet my one and only old peach tree

It is old, wrinkled, and has many broken branches

Still it has big, juicy, beautiful peaches

I climb up on a ladder and carefully touch them

as if I touch a new born baby, carefully and slowly one by one

When they come into my bosom

I come down the ladder with them

I thank to my old peach tree who stands still there

Who knows? She may have many aches and hurts that I do not know

But she did it again this year. She produced these new yellowish young round fist-size life

I appreciate the life producing old peach tree

I do not care for the form and the look

She has been with me there long time together

And I love her more than the pretty, juicy, new peaches!

I love the old rugged branches of her. I love her.