THE ORCHARD

Michael Edwards

 

THE ORCHARD 

 

A place of calm tranquillity

where springtime flowers kiss the wind

and foliage sings in music tones

a wall, some paling, or a post

a safe support to bear the fruit

in gentle breeze and softening rain

in sylvan spring and summer sun

a place of calm tranquillity

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2019 01:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write and pic. You there now M? I'm on me way to join you - that sylvan stuff!

    • Michael Edwards

      You can't beat a bit of sylvan. Miss Berles swears by it.

      • orchidee

        Miss Berles should know it. It's almost her name - Sylvan/Sylla.

      • dusk arising

        Something fishy going on in that picture.
        Lovely read you've given today. But you have missed my young self from the orchard - scrumping.
        Mother had such high morals but never refused to bake a pie with our ill gotten fruit.

        • Michael Edwards

          You can get quite hooked on those little fellows - they are currently fish scrumping. I also was a bit of a monkey when I was young - I can remember getting sick from eating raspberries 'scrumped' from the allotments.

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          Alaways superb!

        • Fay Slimm.

          The feel of quiet and burgeoning fruit stays well after this excellent read - super write again Michael



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