Beneath The Apple Trees...

by Dreamofolwin   May 30, 2019

I sat beneath the apple trees,
On a beautiful spring day...
The apple blossom so fragrant
In its own special way...

No fruit the tree yeildeth yet,
But the pink blossom I love.
The sun blishfully basking,
Here so serene, like heaven above.

I sat beneath the apple trees,
And forgot all of time....
Sitting here so peaceful.
With blossoms sweet, devime.


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  • 3 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I do believe us poets have enjoyed capturing such pleasures through the years. To me, the old language makes this poem timeless, but no less special. X

    • 3 years ago

      by (Olwin ) Lee Mcdonald

      I think us poets do indeed enjoy capturing moments in time and in nature :)

      I live in county Armagh in northern Ireland which is the orchard county here and I couldn't count the orchards around about me lol. Im originally from Belfast myself but married my husband from here lol. I love it and the day Ive wrote the poem about I actually had my two wee grandchildren with me and they sat with me under the trees eating a picnic... they loved it :D ha

      I didn't realise I was wring in " old language" . What is it,, I honestly don't know lolol. DO enlighten me! Pkease!! :)

      Glad you found it " timeless" and "special" !

      (My writing is very simple... Im not so good with words so your comment means a lot ) <3

  • 3 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A sweet reminder of the beauty and tranquility of languishing below apple tree's in the sunshine. Milly x

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