Apple Blossom Song

She went to gather apple blooms all in the month of May,

An eager child who dearly loved a warm and sunny day -

                    an eager child who dearly loved

                                     a warm and sunny day.


Quite unaware of noise and dust that thinly filled the air

She skipped along the gravel path without a thought or care -

                    she skipped along the gravel path

                                    without a thought or care.


She hummed and smiled, she sang, she laughed, and hastened on her quest

Until she found a tiny bird a-making up its nest –

                    until she found a tiny bird

                                    a-making up its nest.


“Thou pretty thing,” she breathed aloud, and stopped awhile to stare,

Till, adventurous but shy, she crept as close as she would dare –

                    till, adventurous but shy, she crept

                                    as close as she would dare.


The gentle wind bewitched the eaves; the fence was hard and rough,

But long she stayed to watch the bird a-building on the trough –

                    but long she stayed to watch the bird

                                    a-building on the trough.


“You came to gather apple blooms, and whither have you gone?”

The laughing sun enquired as it shone and shone and shone –

                    the laughing sun enquired as it

                                    shone and shone and shone.


She stirred, and stole discreetly from the fascinating  nest,

And once again she hurried on her apple blossom quest –

                    and once again she hurried on her

                                     apple blossom quest.


Cynthia Buell      

age 16

childhood

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Elaine Booth

Sun 6th Feb 2011 20:14

This is so lovely, Cynthia. Missed it in the blogs but so glad I found it. That seems the right word for this poem BTW - glad - it gladdens the heart to read and the repititions are beautiful. x

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Isobel

Fri 4th Feb 2011 16:05

This is delightful Cynthia. It skips along like a child and it is so lovely to read about happy childhood.
I'm just having a quick reccie - can't believe how much childhood poetry I haven't read or managed to comment on!

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Wed 2nd Feb 2011 09:52

this is so lovely! would you mind if i had a play around with it next time i get the ole guitar out?

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Jules Clare

Mon 31st Jan 2011 15:06

Brilliant for your age. I wanted to read it until the end. Sorry I missed you on chat.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 31st Jan 2011 06:46

Lovely!xx

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Philipos

Sun 30th Jan 2011 22:44

My fav - 'She stirred, and stole discreetly from the fascinating nest, And once again she hurried on her apple blossom quest' I on the other hand regret to say might have taken the eggs possibly earlier in my teen years x

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Dave Bradley

Sun 30th Jan 2011 20:38

How lovely. Greg is right - "refreshing" it is

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Julian (Admin)

Sun 30th Jan 2011 20:03

A welcome breath of something light; the militant wing of the hearts and flowers brigade carrying out "exercises" on a shared border, perhaps?

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Greg Freeman

Sun 30th Jan 2011 15:23

A very refreshing change of mood, if may say so. And as I write the sun is shining outside in King's Cross.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 30th Jan 2011 14:49

By the time I was sixteen I had been singing for ten years, in very extensive genres. Folk melodies and simple folk poetry of 'the Old Country' delighted me with their 'a-cummin's and 'a-goin's'. Repetitions in such songs were very common. I wrote this in class one day, Physics, I think, just for a moment's escape from debilitating anxiety. I know it's only a silly, but a nice silly.

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