Climbing into the arms
of an apple tree,
my favorite book in hand,
the fragrance of blossoms
pulsed on a breeze.
My hiding place
among a canopy of leaves,
the rain crow cooed
in the forest, predicting rain.
On summer days,
the apple tree offered
a cool shade,
a place for picnics,
savoring fried apple pies.
Great-Grandpa Dallas Matheson
planted an apple orchard
above the frost line
on Shewbird Mountian.
Great-Grandma Martha Matheson dried fruit:
the horse apple, hog sweet, red June,
striped June, striped May, pumpkin apple,
queen pippin, pound apple, black beauty.
Each spring the apple trees rejoiced
and washed the woods with
a blanket of snow.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
9 comments:
How very pretty, both photo and verse!
Wonderful poem, Brenda. We had a couple of apple trees in our yard (in my yard growing up)... Very special trees!!!!
Hope you are having a great spring/early summer...
Hugs,
Betsy
Beautiful poem Brenda.. Takes me back to when I was a child, sitting in that apple tree eating those juicy apples..Hope you and your mother are enjoying this beautiful weather..Take care, Susie
Lovely poem and your words bring to mind memories from my childhood. Have a lovely evening!
How pretty! I love apple trees, too, and their pretty blossoms. Golden Delicious are my favorite.
Sounds like a little piece of heaven! I lived most of the summer days up in one of the pecan trees around our yard. The leaves hid my treehouse. When the leaves fell, Daddy saw it and made me take it down.
Such a lovely poem! There are some apple trees growing close to the park where I like to walk, and I love seeing their blossoms in the spring.
That's a wonderful poem Brenda Kay! Nothing prettier than apple blossoms!
Oh~ this was so beautiful, Brenda!
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