I shake off oranges
Three fall down from island trees
One hundred bells each
Pick up sticks to make
Nets, axes, and fishing rods
Break them, remake them
A mortgage from Tom
I pay it off the same day
Firework papered walls
I promised myself
In March, when I could find it
I’d make it my own
Now I spend a day
Chopping down virtual trees and
Chatting with Blathers
With Love,
Natalie