Clarice Hughes


The Fruit Tree

The fruit tree in the sun at home,
I'm sitting there watching it all alone,
Hoping it will sprout one fruit at least,
or even millions for a feast,
a juicy orange a crunchy pear,
anything please anywhere,
Suddenly I stop and to my amazing desire,
a branch up a little higher,
an apple sprouting a little seed poof and pop look in the air,

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