The Orchard Pear

w c

The Orchard Pear

 

The mockingbird likes to sing

And gives a morning call

Visitors there hear it ring

From the single pear tree bald

 

The special tree remains standing

In the orchard now grown old

With no honeybees left any more

Or fruits there sweet and gold

 

In a breeze there turns a leaf

Reminding of former days

When the pears all were sweet

And juicy with great praise

 

There’s no possum in the tree

Or fruit there to be taken

And no place there around

For fruits there barely tasted

 

Now the creatures go about

Unknowing years gone past

When the tree was the centerpiece

And there were climbing lads

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2018 10:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A lovely write w c.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your support.

    • Goldfinch60

      One of life's changes and life changes all the time. Good write.

      • w c

        Thanks Goldfinch.



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