New poems fall <br />like apples <br />from a tree, <br />like berries <br />from a vine, <br />like buzzing <br />from a bee. <br /> <br />Mostly I dropp them, <br />‘cos there’s no keyboard handy. <br /> <br />But sometimes <br />I catch one <br />- all new and hummy - <br />and polish it brightly <br />on my sleeve.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poe-tree-2/
