Evette Swanson

The Dream Pear Tree

As we began as little seeds, we can be many different shapes and colors. Big, tall, round, oval, circle and non hurtful. Some say that we are sweet, nice, and have a little bit. All though the growing process may be different, we all go though this in life. As I grow, glow and flow through the wind I begin to feel the air between my stem begins to grow. My color is define in a fruit arch with a glass of white wine oh my. What a healthy benefit you are and can be. No spices, just a bitter sweet, sour taste you are. The way you make me suck on you, crave for you, want and need you. Who would ever think that you would be so good to me. I travel and I travel just to find you. I can find you in the Midwest, in the South, or even on the West Coast too. Where a lot of things may grow. Not a lot of snow but when you burst and form you are the best taste I would ever know.