The Orchard on Putney Hill Road


The road home from school passed by an orchard;
A fence protected the harvest from our thieving hands;
But there were several old apple trees that reached over the fence and hung their wares for our taking;
It was a long ride home; all uphill;
Too hard a ride to be weighted down with heavy overgrown apples in our hands —
So we stopped and ate some on the spot,
My brother and I;
A fond memory.


Be well,

Monty


4 Comments

  1. murisopsis says:

    Reminds me of https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2020/04/10/looking-ripe/… Apples right off the tree are the best ones!

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    1. Monty Vern says:

      Ah!!! So cool. Love the poem and the vision of boys and dripping apple juice.

      Like

  2. This one makes me feel autumn-ish. I’m looking forward to cooler weather and layering up.

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