A sunny afternoon, with blanket spread, <br />Beneath some apple trees, with ample shade, <br />We'd sit with tray of tea and gingerbread, <br />Scones with cream, and these were freshly homemade. <br /> <br />Apples hung above us, each ripe and red, <br />So colourful, they somehow set the scene. <br />Sampling strawberry jam on thin sliced shortbread, <br />We'd lay and watch the leaves, with sun between. <br /> <br />Peaceful lazy days were these, and so free, <br />Whiling away hours, with paint and book, <br />Our orchard, where under a favoured tree, <br />We'd relish Peter Pan and Captain Hook. <br /> <br />Those rosy apples, that we'd all consume, <br />And savour juicy flesh so soft and sweet, <br />Eating them until we had no more room, <br />Those halcyon days were to us a treat. <br /> <br />Dappled sunshine sparkled amids the boughs, <br />And danced on, with a gentle pleasing sway, <br />Oh What I would give to again just browse, <br />In that apple orchard, for one more day. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-apple-orchard-2/
