Sally Plumb Plumb (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)
Poems by Sally Plumb Plumb : 12 / 218
Apple Tree
Your sunny cheeks
are as red
as the autumn apple
and as shiny
as the sun that glows
in my heart
when I look at you
in happiness,
my child,
the fruit of lifes tree.
Sally Plumb Plumb
Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2009
Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011
Poems by Sally Plumb Plumb : 12 / 218
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A nice poem that put a smile on my face. Very well put.
Very sweet and tender-good poem.
Made me smile! Wonderful poem! !
Really lovely Sally, a pleasure to read this little poem.
It's a good poem, , , ,
the fruit of life's tree....love this one...10+++
wonderful poem love it 10++++
Apple story just amaze me :) ....you know if your child is gracious apple fruit of life that is because it come from a strong and inspiring tree...and good tree is you and your care provide a branch of love to grow 'apple' as red cheek you can see...U proud of your child and i proud for you because it from the tree..it root all :) _Unwritten Soul
A beautiful discription of the love between a grownup and a child. Very lovely to read and the flow is great.
Isn't it funny? ! A minute before you made me cry and now I' smile! !
In Japanese tongue, there is a sickness called 'ringo byo' (apple sickness) sometimes children gets something like a cold, that makes kids cheeks red..so instead of enjoying your poem like all the people do, I get shivers as i always do by thinking of kids sufferings..
..My laughs are triggered by the differences brought by language or living place..
Anyway..you got another 10
This was a pleasure to read.