The Feast of St. Fiacre, patron saint
Of gardeners and taxi-drivers, brings
The summer to a close. Old Fritz buys paint
To decorate the bannister, and sings
A song of fresh corn, apples, Stilton cheese.
The orchestra arrives with lunch; they tune
The grand piano -- hammers, strings and keys
All afternoon. A cake shaped like the moon
Sits on the centre table. On the stairs
Now, on the dance floor, drinking lots of wine,
We celebrate and sing, talk, dance, eat pears,
Bread, acorns, eggplant, grapes fresh from the vine.

© Kevin Berland, 1999

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