John Taylor


Apple Orchard - Poem by John Taylor

An apple falls slowly down,
Hitting the ground with a plop.
It joins others down there,
Waiting for more to drop.

Sun is rising over the orchard,
Apples, red as a flare.
Yellow jackets fly to them,
Buzzing sounds filling the air.

A tractor forever mired in weeds,
Rusty and leaning in a brook.
John ‘ eer can be made out
On faded green paint if you look.

Next to this old tractor stands,
A marble slab that’s worn and gray.
Upon it is engraved a name,
The tractor’s owner beneath the clay.


Comments about Apple Orchard by John Taylor

  • (4/1/2008 9:09:00 AM)


    I enjoyed the comparison and the ending. Quite fitting. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 29, 2008


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