From Berlin, unter von linden, <br />thin and slight, tight cut hair <br />and willow wisp of sight. Tobias spade turns soil <br />in orchards ground and wets the base with <br />water. Then lifting in the apple tree, <br />places neatly sifting clay with booted foot, <br />to prepared ground, holding slight stem to balance, <br />and heel soil together till steady. <br />Manure base and flat with downside spade, <br />like a tennis bat, placed clay loose now solid. <br />Later, then, years on, apple strudel, <br />but now stand back and thin form views <br />as if two trees stem upwards, <br />and once more heeling in loose clay, <br />an orchard in preparation now. <br />Another angel, a guide to Tobit, <br />travelled. This Tobias, german, <br />stays and earns keep travelling, <br />as I think the future cider taste, <br />Tobias tends the apple trees.<br /><br />Bernard Kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tobias-tends-the-apple-trees/
