The Apple Orchard Poem by Ernestine Northover

The Apple Orchard

Rating: 2.5


A sunny afternoon, with blanket spread,
Beneath some apple trees, with ample shade,
We'd sit with tray of tea and gingerbread,
Scones with cream, and these were freshly homemade.

Apples hung above us, each ripe and red,
So colourful, they somehow set the scene.
Sampling strawberry jam on thin sliced shortbread,
We'd lay and watch the leaves, with sun between.

Peaceful lazy days were these, and so free,
Whiling away hours, with paint and book,
Our orchard, where under a favoured tree,
We'd relish Peter Pan and Captain Hook.

Those rosy apples, that we'd all consume,
And savour juicy flesh so soft and sweet,
Eating them until we had no more room,
Those halcyon days were to us a treat.

Dappled sunshine sparkled amids the boughs,
And danced on, with a gentle pleasing sway,
Oh What I would give to again just browse,
In that apple orchard, for one more day.

© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 08 August 2006

Ernestine, you've proven once again that the simple things in life are the best! ! Beautifully done! ! Brian

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Patricia Gale 25 July 2006

Peaceful soothing read. Splendid!

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Joseph Daly 25 July 2006

I like this a lot Ernestine. The gentle flow is such a relief and you tend to approach this piece as if it were a luxery to indulge in.

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ERNESTINE...YOUR FROSTESQUE FLAIR IS READING PLEASURE AT IT'S BEST...THE IMAGEWORK ALONE IS A SOOTHE IN ITSELF FOR TANY LOVER OF VERSE ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR

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Duncan Wyllie 25 July 2006

I know Ernestine, but I do hope that many more beautiful and warming feelings come your way, thankyou for this wholesome and carefully crafted piece of art Love duncan X

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