The poem
In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I was. Yet I, the changed one, ask: "How you been?" He grins and looks at me. "I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees."
I am doing this poem for my homework, i do not quite understand it but think that it is rather strange. He is saying that his friend iss dead but he asks him how he is,he says he is eating peaches, wierd eh?