Apple Tree by Carolyn Brunelle

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Apple Tree

Age is creeping up on me
like a spider
skittering across her web
to devour latest victims.

Lotions, potions, rubs and pills,
keep me healthy and gratefully
taking my vacations by the sea,
where warmth is my friend;
until I am no longer at home
in these old bones.

Then, light as a bird I will take my flight,
rest in a tree in a lovely garden;
and delight in the delicious apples
growing there,
and perhaps,
a spider or two.

Carolyn Brunelle

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Hemakumar Nanayakkara (4/13/2008 11:01:00 PM)
A beautiful pen stroke, wonderful imagery, an amazing heartfelt poem.

Ariel Escalona (4/13/2008 10:44:00 PM)
i love the first line...but...Age..is just a number..the greater it grows..the lovelier it will be...and the spider..the webs..all they need are just brooms..sweep it away with yor smiles...my very best regards

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Carolyn Brunelle (December 1946)