The Sweetest Fruit Poem by jim hogg

Take me where the bluebells grow
In shade of beech and sycamore
And let the sunlight carry through
In beams of golden on to blue

And leave the hustle at the gate
With all the things that just can't wait
And show me truths that hearts conceal
Where the sweetest fruit is buried still

Some will say that youth can't know
And some will say "so long ago"
So hide it safe behind the walls
Until the time when all walls fall

But life is like an arrow's course
It's path an ever dying force
Or like the rose whose blush is brief
Or the fleeting season of the leaf

Soon to dirt the tender green
Is sent by minds the world makes keen
To crush the hearts that dare to place
The rose above life's petty cares

And in that soil the bluebell grows
In shade of beech and sycamore
The secret past too hard to share
For the sweetest fruit is buried there

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