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I remember the old tree with apples galore Which lived in our garden right near the back door His branches were twisty with all sorts of knots With fruit to feed many, from a time once forgot! He looked really posh with his head in the air And he was my friend and long hours we did share Up high in his branches where birds sometimes flew In a make believe kingdom where dreams did come true! When needing escape from the trivia’s of school I’d climb high in his branches and wept like a fool I’d tell him my downfalls and he’d lend me his ear Then he’d rock me so gently, and away went all fear! The old house we lived in was too old for repair Then an order was served, to evict us from there In the garden of my childhood where things came to pass Mere mortal and nature,with a fondness to last! So I’ll remember the old tree with apples galore Whom lived in our garden right near a back door There was more to the old tree than apples or wood His branches held comfort, and his heart had much love! © by LynnKaren
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
The Old Apple Tree
I remember the old tree with apples galore Which lived in our garden right near the back door His branches were twisty with all sorts of knots With fruit to feed many, from a time once forgot! He looked really posh with his head in the air And he was my friend and long hours we did share Up high in his branches where birds sometimes flew In a make believe kingdom where dreams did come true! When needing escape from the trivia’s of school I’d climb high in his branches and wept like a fool I’d tell him my downfalls and he’d lend me his ear Then he’d rock me so gently, and away went all fear! The old house we lived in was too old for repair Then an order was served, to evict us from there In the garden of my childhood where things came to pass Mere mortal and nature,with a fondness to last! So I’ll remember the old tree with apples galore Whom lived in our garden right near a back door There was more to the old tree than apples or wood His branches held comfort, and his heart had much love! © by LynnKaren
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
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