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
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2019 01:28
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Good write and pic. You there now M? I'm on me way to join you - that sylvan stuff!
You can't beat a bit of sylvan. Miss Berles swears by it.
Miss Berles should know it. It's almost her name - Sylvan/Sylla.
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.
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.
Alaways superb!
The feel of quiet and burgeoning fruit stays well after this excellent read - super write again Michael
Thank you Fay.
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