This was a university project, to make a booklet about our home town. My sister, Anna Kelian
helped me with the poem and I did the illustrations and came up with
this small booklet. The poem describes what is happening in the present,
while the illustrations are flashbacks from the past.
Good bye...
Can't say no more;
Don't want to cry,
But my throat is sore...
I can't believe my eyes
When I go to the store;
I sure don't want to buy
The apples I once "stole".
I can't stop wondering why
There are apples galore
On things that start with an "i",
My iPod, iPhone and more.
Apples haunt me each day;
Some even hurt my soles,
As I walk on my way,
I stumble upon their cores.
But now I crave for one;
An apple from my hometown
For I'm having a son;
And this erases my frown.
And seeing my son grow,
As he learns to count 123,
I'm shocked he doesn't know
That apples grow on a tree.
So here we stand
In my homeland
Facing my apple tree.
And now I know
My son will grow
Knowing apples are free.
