Apple Poem by Roy Storey

Apple



She has the charm
of a flower
in the time of may.
Pink and white
wild prfume floating on the air.
Apple blossom, apple blossom,
everwhere.

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Martin Swords 30 August 2008

like many of your poems, short simple concise and moving, and all the better for it. Like sweet little pippins. thank you.

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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