Spittin' seeds
In orchard filled to brim with greens and red
And pa' in his tractor, ridin' to harvesting the fruits
While I sit in a tree, eatin' my apples
Red Delicious, n Yellow Delicious from the store
Brother got his guitar, playin' the blues.
I'm lovin' my tree, my brother n' me
Sittin in our lovely tree
While pa' is in his tractor
A good acre, so far away.
I spit the seeds, when apples finished,
Grab another, maybe
One right for my brother, a reddish hue
With crimson gleams
And sunshine tinting my eyes
I pick for the apple, so perfectly perfect
And I go out, onto the branch, held by fingers
Almost got it.
Almost got it.
Almost got it, brother, oops!
Fallin', brother, fallin'.
What did you think
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Aww! This is so sad, I liked it, though because at the beginning, I thought this poem would be about a simpler time, when children had no worries, but then you reminded me that death is always just around the corner, and children need to worry or be concious of that too. I love how innocent this poem is, and that there is a whole other meaning to it. What I seen in this poem is that one of the brothers had a sort of sacrificial love for the other, and would risk falling to get the perfect "apple" for his brother. (Or I might just be looking too deeply into it)
Great poem, as always.
-Rose-
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Thank you.
I would like to purvey that your observation is most possibly correct, and that I'd also like to let people have their own interpretations. Either way, thanks for the comment, and well done with you poetry.
-Conor
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