A Tree-Climbing; For Fruit Poem by james watkin

A Tree-Climbing; For Fruit



The look of it, outshone
In its exuberance
Of wholesome delight
That immediate asked for
And as quick layed upon
Hands, for sweets. A store!

Damp-slipped, with joints banging
Up lickened rungs, a tree's
Of winds rushed upon;
For the apple; the plum.
Whose street-fenced o'erhanging
Prospects first looked glum!

Tuesday, February 15, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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