Fruits Poem By Goh Poh Seng Now

Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I see tinned peaches from Australia, and apples from America.

It seems you're referring to a poem titled "Fruits" by Goh Poh Seng, but you've added "— long story." This might mean you're looking for a detailed explanation, background, or analysis of the poem, rather than just the text itself.

by Goh Poh Seng When I was a boy I ate fruits of the sun: rambutans hairy and red, durians kingly and thorny, mangosteens purple and white, and the juicy pomelo.

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Their taste is sweet but my tongue remembers the old, wild, sun-tasting fruits. Would you like the "long story" — a full analysis of this poem?