An Autumn Harvest
Come hither and tarry
Mid these wind fallen apples
Come hither and tarry
While they’re strewn all around
Come hither and gather
Them swiftly my lover
Before they do bruise on the
Parched autumn ground
Use your pinny and shawl
Your basket and boots lass
Come gather wind fallen apples
As they do lay all around
Use your hat and your dress
Your coat and my barrow
And fill to the top girl
The old cider maker’s press
In this drought in this valley
Come hither and tarry
Come gather wind fallen apples
And true….
Then stack em all proud
And pile em all neat girl
To slake the hunger and thirst
Of they who work in the fields gall
Then come hither and tarry
Mid these wind fallen apples
Come hither and dally
So we may one day yet marry
In an orchard in autumn
Just ripe for the picking
Sweet wind fallen apples
And so bloomin true ……
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Neville (
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I was there in that orchard so clear was your picture of autumn long past Nev. A fresh morning read of times when living was simple - - and I loved every line.
Bless you Fay and true.. I was helping to tidy up one of the many local orchards recently and was reminded of the original inspiration for these old words of mine.. I find a glass of cider helps.. cheers.
Your Friend, N
Golden nectar is cider my friend - - made me merry many a time as did your poem. Thanking you (hic) for the memory.
A fine write N. Is she your servant? She's a busy gal there, picking all them apples!
No not a servant, just a very good friend and willing to please.. she also has a fine collection of fruit.. And before ye swoon... Cheers
I was there as will and had a wheel barrow in which I gently laid the apples ready to eat and convert into apple juice and cider.
Wonderful write Neville.
Reads like a traditional folk / workers song and has great rythmn.
On re-reading i'm hearing the instruments, pipe/whistle, violin, accordian/squeeze box and drum.
I'm also of a mind that soon i shall gather the black berries of autumn and yes those beloved Bramleys.
Really inspiring and a treat to read.
Hey thanks DA.. precisely the feel I was hoping for... enjoy those berries now..
Oh this piece tells such a story. The imagery created by your words are strong. Wonderful piece.... Lovely tribute to autumn and apple picking. Enjoyed this one.
CLARA X
Thank you my friend, you really are most kind..
Neville
I see what you did there
Gonna call you eagle eye.............. Cheers mate.. N
Such a vivid picture painted in the real gem of a write - into the favs.
Hey.. thank you so much Michael..... much appreciated... N
Amazing imagery.
Thank you so very much Alta... a most welcome visit this chilly Saturday .... Neville
Then come hither and tarry is just a brilliant, flowing, at ease and collect throughout the fallen apples...
cheers mate.. much appreciated and then some...
Brilliant I was whistling along!
Good man Dan.....
A refreshing read...reminds me of apple cider which I no doubt will enjoy soon...Loved your poem!!
Thank you kindly and muchly and morely.... careful with that cider or ya could end up poorly.... N
LOL your reply made me smile!....C
goodly & truly..
I was transported to thy orchard, seeing the flurry of movement of lasses and lads, young at heart,
then I am well pleased with myself, I must say.. and thank you too Suresh my friend...
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