A Forgotton Place Poem by sylvia spencer

A Forgotton Place

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How strange it is in wintertime when all the trees are bare.
That's the ones in the orchard and it doesn't seem quite fair.
Their boughs bend deep into the curling mist while their barks
seem to slump and twist.
Is this a place where friut will spawn, from springtime
blossom in April or May dawn.
Trees of apple, pear and cherry look so sad in winter days,
but come the spring when all is fair they will be back to their
wining ways.Prouducing fruit to the end of the season from
the warmth of the summer days.
Then what is left after the season ends, just windfalls to reap
leafless trees all brused and battered and an orchard that has
gone to sleep.
Now comes the snow it's sad to say, in this orchard a forgotton
place one that now takes on a new face; but underneath the
snow awaits the green and tender shoots, with promise and
fulfilment that comes from the roots. Buds, blossom, flower
and fruit a perfect sinario from a tiny shoot.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Duncan Wyllie 30 January 2007

The hauntingly beautiful..' A Forgotten Place ' is such a warming poem full of hopeful lines Well done again darling Take care Love duncan X

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Patricia Gale 08 January 2007

A beautiful piece of nature, well done, Lovely.

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Sandra Fowler 08 January 2007

There is always a ray of hope and the promise of renewal even on the darkest winter day. For we know that spring is one day closer than it ever was before. Lovely write, Sylvia. Love, Sandra

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