Apple Tree. Picked
Part of the Priory Cottage series.
Standing in the orchard, not
overly tall yet wide
bowing branches
flowing down, wash
across the tumbled grass.
Offering with silent pride
the bounty that was hers.
Joyously cascading
and twinkling at the
sun, her fruits, as rich and
red as rubies adorn
her emerald cloak.
This is lovely
It reminds me of the mostly gone orchards in Kent with their grassy floor and grazing sheep beneath
Thank you, the orchard is behind my daughter & son in law’s cottage garden. The tree looked amazing completely covered in rosy apples.
There are sheep but only when they escape Anne’s farm next door. 🙂
Sue.
These scenes are often in the back of our minds, and your poem brings them forward, Sweetwater.
This made me reminisce about a place I knew when I was around seven or eight years of age at boarding school in Northamptonshire.
Allen
I’m not far from Northamptonshire, we used to live in a village there.
It’s lovely in the orchard the view across rolling countryside is amazing, wish I lived there. Thank you for your kind comment 🙂 sue.
very good and relaxing poem by a class poetess
Thank you so much, You are very kind. 🙂