I remember the days when I was young ,
and the farmhouse apples on the tree they hung.
Like ornaments on a Christmas tree ,
and what yummy treats they were for me .
At times I would just climb in and have a snack,
never worried about a thing for muse I didn't lack.
I dreamt of a fairy so fair and free ,
floating about in that old apple tree .
Sometimes Grandma had me pick a few,
and bring them in oh the things she could do.
She would make me apple fritters laced with a candy bar,
and grandpa when the aroma wafted across the air never was too far.
In he would run and say those are for me,
and with a big smile I would say maybe two or three .
But one is mine grandma already said ,
and he would ruffle the hair on top my head .
Oh how warm and cozy grandmas house was them,
with the aroma of apples such a lovely scent .
We sat around the table and had such fun,
this is the way every day begun.
I miss those days now that I have grown,
and we don't have the old farm house now its gone.
But the memories still remain and the love is the same,
as I close my eyes grandma and grandpa comes back again.
Author notes
Farmhouse Apples a memeory so laced with love just to think of it brings back such a wonderful scent it embraces me with such love
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What I like about this one is the child-like feeling in those evoked memories.
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This is really cute and I love this scent too. I love the smell of apple fritters and the G'pa ruffling your head in this too. They still hang apples and walnuts on the Christmas trees here in The Black Forest. Sometimes gilded, sometimes natural.
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Mom!!!! This is so beautiful. Yes I will def look at the books that you are selling!!! I know they are great!!!!!! I might have to buy one for myself!!!! You truly did an amazing job with this piece!!! I sure do love you too.
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this really paints a beautiful picture. i only wish i had childhood memories as precious as these. -
Funny
As i read I am taken back to my younger days when an uncle owned race horses and took me with him to groom them . I can now smell the stables and the summers air. My what a poem nice poem can do.
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