Brooklyn pear tree tale; a muse

"Ugly events will scare you from travelling. Those events are contributions to your life; cause, stories are the engagement of experience." Uncle Walter muttered while cogitating about visiting the aesthetic New York City.

Fortunately, in January, Mrs Edith took me to the great Statue of Liberty and from there we sailed .to the popular Rockefeller Centre to feel the classic environment.

She told me wonderful experiences on her first day of visiting New York; and encouraged me to capture beautiful routes, tales and events around.

Mrs Edith said, "I'll make your dimples shift. As a poet, I'll hold your hand to a place where nature will inspire you to write. I'll take you to a rock where heroes visit daily, and I will be glad to read your novel episode.

The mountain will dictate for you and you'll be amazed to write in the forages. Great Brooklyn Bridge is a landmark which triggers poets, musicians and journalists."

"Mrs Edith, do you think the place we're going can spur me to action? Let me think of a poem I'll write when I get there." I said in anticipation. "No, no, you don't need to think of what to write. Nature will inspire you, and if you do not, it means you're not a writer." She asserted.

Before we reached the Brooklyn Bridge, she brought a pear fruit. Truth be told, that was my second time of tasting pear. The first time Julian bought a pear for me, I rejected it because I was unsettled then. "I can taste pear now," I told Mrs Edith without bothering whether others would laugh at me.

Unfortunately, the pear fell from my hand. "Oh! Don't pick it up again, when we get to the park, we'll buy fruits there. They sell all kinds of fruits in the park, especially this summer season; because most of the farmers have harvested their fruits. Taste this biscuit made of sugar, nuts and small pieces of pear fruit." A young lady beside me interrupted.

The young lady is just like my younger sister, looking fresh like the pear fruit. She doesn't even flaunt her beauty. "Hey, beauty! Thank you for interrupting me. Hope, the lady beside you did not hear?" I asked quietly. She replied smilingly. "No one heard me, sir. Don't feel bad, how are you doing? It seems you're visiting New York for the first time?"

"Yes. How do you know? Any obvious local reaction?" I keenly asked. I began developing feelings for her, using romantic terms on her, singing melodious songs and writing poems for her. We conversed and dug deep into our identities, backgrounds, academic status and political careers. Anita became my close friend after a few minutes of discussion.

Unfortunately, before we reached Waterside Stuyvesant Cove Park, Anita had an emergency call to attend a meeting. It obstructed her not to fulfilling the promise, but her gaze insignia like water flowing without separating splashing parts on other holes.

Anita eventually gave me a word, and a hug and perked my cheek. "When you reach home, call me. Check your left back pocket, I left my phone number with you." She whispered.

Mrs Edith touched me and said, "Man, be smart enough to achieve that girl. The girl is crushing on you just like the monkey that is always smiling because of the banana. It'll be very difficult for the monkey to hide his feelings. I heard what you were saying on the ship."

It was around 2:19 pm we got to the park because the National Sports Festival delayed us. Fanciful, adorable, memorable events filled the terrain, while others were deriving positive moods from every angle. I was spurred as the birds chirp, the sun brightens the mood, the monolithic cave and the beautiful green flowers.

As I was walking around, I saw a pear tree covered with matured fruit that was due for harvest. I saw the beauty of nature and the cleanliness of the pear in the tree. Imagination covered me at that moment - and I tasted the pear in imagination, but was desiring more.

The beautiful pear tree spurred me to dance in the river of muse; relating nature, beauty and life.

Before Mrs Edith met me at the parquet, I'd written more than seven poems about nature, pear fruit, what can give joy, God's greatness, the colour of fruit and my message about pear.

So, don't bother to ask why I love pear fruit. Pear trees remind me of gthe idyllic events in the great New York City.lyy

Goto Emmanuel