The Fruit Tree

The tree was heavy – fruit so ripe,
Its branches swept the floor.
The birds and squirrels ate the fruit,
The tree produced some more.
The people passed
And helped themselves,
And pickled fruit
For jars on shelves,
But still more fruit was there.
And then,
One night
A cold frost came
And then
The tree
Was bare.

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2 Responses to The Fruit Tree

  1. SueM says:

    I enjoyed your poem. Now I want a juicy peach! šŸ™‚

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  2. jfb57 says:

    Tree of life there Pooks!

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