Of My Eye Poem by Stefan nnn

There was an apple tree,
In the garden at us,
On which rosy-red apples grew.
Now whenever I see an apple,
I think of you.

The walls were high,
And warming,
With many-many a-secret gate.
We would lie head-to-head talking,
'Till late.

Badgers wore fine waistcoats;
Tiggers hung from the trees.
We could dress-up as anything,
Cowboys and milkmaids and cops and or queens.
And be.

There was grass that went on till forever,
To run fast on (me, chasing, you, chasing, me) ,
With slopes to (oh dear!) get caught on;
And Roll and tumble,
And hug.

Though the path is melancholy confusing,
It's you that I shall always find.
On infinite-summer days dreaming.
In the garden
Of our mind