The Forgotten Apple Tree - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
I looked from my window
And watched as the shining red apples,
Fell one by one
From my neighbour's tree.
There was nobody there
Who could catch them,
Nor could gather them
From off the ground.
So there they remained
Hidden amongst the overgrown weeds,
As the cold wind blew
And the season changed.
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