Pinetree Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pinetree

Going to Pinetree
Dips me in history,
Shah Abbas of Iran,
Being in camouflage.

He visits the bazaars
And alleys, teahouses,
Even the caravanserais.

He listens and observes
His orders' progress,
And comments of people.

He takes notes, then returns
And calls the ministers
As well as officers.

Now, issues the orders.
To fulfil the wishes.

In his heart keeps secrets
Of the things he witnessed.

Once he saw the people
Talk of things in palace.

Men spoke, very light
Of the king, or the shah.

Shah issued some decrees,
Guards were sent to bring
The men that he had seen.

Brought robes and crown
Sat the first on throne:
"From now you are shah."

New shah looked around
Enjoyed the wall to wall,
Satisfied, felt proud…

Suddenly, looking up
Saw a sword hanging by
A thin rope, right above
His head and swinging...

In no time jumped away,
Threw what was given:
"This is too dangerous! "

Real shah, Shah Abbas,
Patiently, and too kind,
Described job of shah.

One man in the teahouse
Jealously sought his wife.

The servants set tables
Of fruits, cakes, apples,
Colorful, plenty variants.

"Select one as your best,
Tastiest, greatest…"
Said to man, Shah Abbas.

The man chose ugliest
In face and appearance
And firmly explained:
"This is my favorite…"

Shah's look was question:
"Why not that? " pointed
At the shining largest…

Then again, being shah
Vey wise and too kind,
He spoke and compared
The apples with women:
"Mine has an appearance,
Yours is best, greatest."

Pinetree area, Coquitlam
Clean and winding, high,
To me is the king's wife.