so many kinds of apples
October 24, 2016 ‘yellow transparent’ Jane Tims
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orchard outing
~
wooden bushel baskets
of laughter, delirious tumble down
the avenue of trees, shadows ripple
among the dapples, Cortlands tied
with scarlet ribbons
burdened
boughs
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my son grown tall
on his father’s shoulders
stretches to pick the McIntosh
with the reddest shine
small hand
barely able
to grip the apple
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Published: ‘within easy reach’, Chapel Street Editions, 2016
Copyright Jane Tims 2016
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I really like these apple paintings, Jane. You must come over and visit some time soon. E-mail me.
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rogermoorepoet
November 7, 2016 at 8:29 pm
It is lovely to know I can visit my painting any time!
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jane tims
November 8, 2016 at 2:53 pm
Lovely poem, Jane. On the path to the outdoor theatre in Fundy National Park there is a big old apple tree. Planted by settlers, it has been grafted and now bears three or four different kinds of apples. In the spring parts of it flower at different times and some are white; some pink. In the autumn, there are branches bearing tiny crab apples and others laden with other apples different from the next branch. Quite a curiosity for the few who notice.
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Karen Hine
November 7, 2016 at 1:55 pm
Wow, what a treasure! I know quite a few places where people have grafted two or more varieties but I’ll be watching for this one. Jane
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jane tims
November 8, 2016 at 2:50 pm
So beautiful ~ your poem brings back so many pleasant memories for me.
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Barbara Rodgers
November 7, 2016 at 10:58 am
Hi Barbara. My son is now very tall, but I remember those days of picking apples when he was a little boy so well! Jane
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jane tims
November 8, 2016 at 2:48 pm