This orchard of mine
Stretches far and wide
It's surrounded by hills
There's a river by the side
...
Let's go to the zoo
To see a kangaroo
All giraffes very tall
Dolphins playing with a ball
...
Oh, you poor innocent rose?
Once blood red, now charcoal black
Lying stamped on the cobbles
Weeping and sad
...
If you can keep your spirits high
You can look the sun in the eye
You can stand strong against the storm
...
When I drown in despair
Slowly, slowly happiness breathes out
Surrounded by black waters
I sink deeper, deeper
...
Moony moon, come slowly slowly
In and out of the windows in the clouds
Peek slowly slowly, you seek
your friends here, who hide
...
Drift over rivers,
Drift over fields,
Little dandelions,
Drift away to faraway lands
...
There's a prince who thinks all that glitters is gold
When he's riding in his chariot drawn by ivory steed
He likes the scent of the flowers made of coloured glass
He does not know his darling is a black swan
...
Gulmohar tree
standing tall,
with crimson crown
before the Fall
...
Plenty there is to see in the world,
Plenty to be inspired by
Plenty of muses flirting about,
Making me laugh, making me cry
...
Sweet November day,
I saw you for the first time
Black tee and plain jeans,
blue guitar in tow
...
I caught the moon in a teacup,
now it's gone all cold
Jasmine - the scent lingers,
flavour not too bold
...
Meaning is a jumper that you have to knit yourself
Do it, lest you freeze inside-out
Yarn is boundless,
It draws and twists on itself
...
Apples From My Orchard
This orchard of mine
Stretches far and wide
It's surrounded by hills
There's a river by the side
The trees are five thousand fifty
Just so you know,
All of them are apple trees
Not orange, plum or mango
How long has it been? I think
it's almost fifty years old
It flowers in the spring
Then fruits in the cold
Redder than roses
Apples galore!
One globe on every bough
You could not want more
Go on, search the whole wide world
Go on, ask everyone else
You shall find in my orchard
Nothing but the best
But when your tummy rumbles
And your mouth waters too,
Come on over, don't be shy
All of my orchard, I'll share with you...
[23 September,2015]
I chanced to encounter your poem Apples in my Orchad and read a few more of them.. Certainly considering your age, you are a fine poetess. Keep it up. You write so well when you are so young, you'll write brilliantly as you will grow older..