by Author Name Withheld 40

Created on: September 12, 2009

John O' Gold, Cox's Pippin and Granny Smith,

there's a family in my orchard.

Three generations bearing fruit.

But they only speak in Spring

a chatter of pink and white blossom

spills through the sky

their scent on every word

and even though Granny is getting old and gnarled

she still shouts the loudest.

There's a family in my orchard

but now they are sleeping

their branches heavy with fruit

for the crows to beak

it's autumn in my orchard

and not a tree will speak.

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