My Apple Tree (Edit)
My childhood and an apple tree,
the tree I feel belongs to me,
where in the Autumn apples fall;
A harvest there for one and all.
It was my father's gift to me,
my childhood and an apple tree.
He held the spade on which I trod,
answered my question with a nod.
Only two apples that first year,
given to me and brother dear;
my childhood and apple tree
and apples just for him and me.
I was too young to understand
my dad's inheritance so grand
on those days he gave to me
my childhood and an apple tree.
My Apple Tree
My childhood and an apple tree,
the tree I feel belongs to me,
where in the Autumn apples fall;
A harvest there for one and all.
It was my father's gift to me,
my childhood and an apple tree.
He held the spade on which I trod,
answered my question with a nod.
Only two apples that first year,
given to me and brother dear;
my childhood and apple tree
and apples just for him and me.
I was too young to understand
my father's sacrifice so grand
on those days he gave to me,
my childhood and an apple tree.
My Apple Tree (Edit)
Last edited by TonyMac on Wed Jun 22, 2016 7:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.
All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Thank you all for your lovely comments. We all have precious memories that will never be forgotten ![Smile :)](./images/smilies/icon_smile.gif)
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All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Nicely crafted and pleasing to read. The only thing that seemed a bit at odds to me was the use of the word "sacrifice" in the last stanza. But of course, we all approach interpretation through our own lens, right? This poem resonated with me because I planted two apple trees when my children were young; were enjoyed by them and now by our granddaughter. For me, no sacrifice of any kind. Very much liked this poem.
Steve
Steve
Thank you Steve for your thoughtful comments. I don't really know why "sacrifice" came into my head, particularly so as I am a Great Grandfather and feel life has been very kind to my wife and I, and agree raising children is no sacrifice. I think it has something to do with the fact, although nobody knew it, that he was soon to die and so in retrospect I now know how precious was the time he gave me - if that makes sense.SteveR wrote:Nicely crafted and pleasing to read. The only thing that seemed a bit at odds to me was the use of the word "sacrifice" in the last stanza. But of course, we all approach interpretation through our own lens, right? This poem resonated with me because I planted two apple trees when my children were young; were enjoyed by them and now by our granddaughter. For me, no sacrifice of any kind. Very much liked this poem.
Steve
All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Hello, Tony.
You are so lucky, I didn't have an apple tree. I now feel deprived, wink.
I likes the poem, simple and pleasant sounding.
Regarding the comment on 'sacrafice', you give an explanation for the use of the word but the reader doesn't understand what's going on in that regard. Perhaps another stanza explaining what the sacrifice was? Or maybe you prefer to leave the reader wondering?
Just a thought.
Regards.
You are so lucky, I didn't have an apple tree. I now feel deprived, wink.
I likes the poem, simple and pleasant sounding.
Regarding the comment on 'sacrafice', you give an explanation for the use of the word but the reader doesn't understand what's going on in that regard. Perhaps another stanza explaining what the sacrifice was? Or maybe you prefer to leave the reader wondering?
Just a thought.
Regards.
What the hell do I know about poetry?
Thank you Boat for your thoughtful comments. Taking your comment and also the comments of SteveR I have made some small changes to the last verse. I have got rid of "sacrifice" and removed a comma. It doesn't seem much but hopefully changes the meaning of the endingBoat wrote:Hello, Tony.
You are so lucky, I didn't have an apple tree. I now feel deprived, wink.
I likes the poem, simple and pleasant sounding.
Regarding the comment on 'sacrafice', you give an explanation for the use of the word but the reader doesn't understand what's going on in that regard. Perhaps another stanza explaining what the sacrifice was? Or maybe you prefer to leave the reader wondering?
Just a thought.
Regards.
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All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
(Ernest Dowson 1867 - 1900)