On a busy city corner stands
another Brisbane city man
waiting for the lights to change.
Patiently he slips his hand
into his satchel. Picks an apple
then gazes at it. Looking strange.
But he didn’t think it strange
as his attention rarely stands
for this long upon an apple.
But he wondered about the man
who farmed and picked it in his hand.
‘For me to buy with pocket change’
Still waiting for the lights to change
romantic thoughts appearing strange
of a straw hat farmer with careful hand
on top his wooden ladder stands…
“Don’t be daft and stupid man.”
“That’s not how they farm an apple!”
Polishing his Gala apple
still waiting for the lights to change,
“My farmer is a gritty man.
Hard as a spade and slightly strange.
With legs like apple trees he stands
and a shotgun in his hand.”
‘Or maybe there’s no dirty hand.’
Turning skeptical at his apple
‘In a boardroom… my business farmer stands.’
‘Pokes his head out to see the season’s change!’
Then laughs at the roaring traffic. Looking strange.
‘But I’d like to thank my farmer man.’
‘I’d really like to thank the man
or woman, working hard in hand
with soil and trees and climate’s strange.
Thank you for my tasty apple!
I hope you get most of my change
each time I buy from these fruit stands’
In Brisbane city a strange good man
stands holding, gazing in his hand
his apple. Waiting for the lights to change.