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]
A very sweet poem Parvati.. Well written and constructed.. Simple thoughts in simple sentences.. Cute :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apple orchard in a beautiful hill setting is delicious to the eye and tongue!