Apple Blossoms by: William Wilsey Martin (1833-1

[momlorraine]

Have you seen an apple orchard in the spring?
In the spring?
An English apple orchard in the spring?
When the spreading trees are hoary
With their wealth of promise-glory,
And the mavis pipes his story
In the spring!

Have you plucked the apple blossoms in the spring?
In the spring?
And caught their subtle odors in the spring?
Pink buds pouting at the light,
Crumpled petals baby-white,
Just to touch them--a delight!
In the spring!

Have you walk'd beneath the blossoms in the spring?
In the spring?
Beneath the apple blossoms in the spring?
When the pink cascades are falling,
And the silver brooklets brawling,
And the cuckoo bird is calling,
In the spring!

Have you seen a merry bridal in the spring?
In the spring?
In an English apple-county in the spring?
When the bride and maidens wear
Apple blossoms in their hair,
Apple blossoms everywhere
In the spring!

If you have not, then you know not, in the spring,
In the spring!
Half the color, beauty, wonder of the spring.
No sweet sight can I remember
Half so precious, half so tender,
As the apple blossoms render
In the spring!

Lorraine

[DaddyPaul]

Boy oh boy I do love a good poem. Maybe some of our abies could write some poems of their own about the mommies we have right here.

[Mommy Josie]

I also love a great poem...and I agree maybe yo could write one about me...let me know...Josie...

[Little Stinky Britches]

What a beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it.

[PhoneMomSue]

That was just beautiful! I love the poems you post