Clarice Hughes

The Fruit Tree - Poem by Clarice Hughes

The fruit tree in the sun at home,
I'm sitting there watching it all alone,
Hoping it will sprout one fruit at least,
or even millions for a feast,
a juicy orange a crunchy pear,
anything please anywhere,
Suddenly I stop and to my amazing desire,
a branch up a little higher,
an apple sprouting a little seed poof and pop look in the air,
there's not just fruit anywhere,
there's juicy frut everywhere.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2010

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