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Sep 2018
it happens every year

excited we run down to the damson tree

in gwylim’s garden



run on to the apple tree

with a clothes prop

to bash the fruit down



stand back when the boy shouts

he is chucking rocks in desperation

as boys inevitably do……..



may be that is where they learned it; those fishermen?



i think of all this when i see the last apple hanging

when i mend the clothes prop



(note- conkers next)
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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   JaxSpade
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