Friday, 26 September 2014

Grandmother with Apples

Orchards were an Eden
just beyond the end of our lane –
a temptation for boys with scuffed knees
and memories of last year’s crop
as a daredevil scurry over railings
and a clandestine feast.

Come autumn, pickers turned a blind eye
to our impertinent raids:
what were a few scrumped apples to them?

Fruit trees are generous. Had we known it,
apples are gifts to be offered over fences.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips 

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