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Childhood Food Fruit Garden Growing up Poetry

Innocence

A tale of Growing up, by inky.

Pears (Pairs?) an image by inky, created in Photofox

The fruit fell lightly from the branch

to underneath the tree

my little nephew picked them up

and asked a question of me

“Uncle, i know pears are ready to eat

when they’ve fallen from the tree

but why do we call them pairs ?

when there’s clearly three ?”

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Birds Seasons Spring

Feathered Friends

Salford 30th April 2020

They come back every spring time

when the mercury starts to rise

taking up a home in the trees

giving passers by a surprise

Two birds sitting in their nest

wait till little uns do arrive

then mum and dad will feed them

so the little uns do thrive

And each morning when the suns up

Mum (or Dad) does hop

out of their green leaved little home

on a journey to the shops

Returning with some corn or wheat

or maybe a worm or a bug

to feed up the little birdies

in the nest all nice and snug

But like all little children

they grow up and explore

so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise

and find the kids next door

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Colours Food Fruit Poetry

Green Apple

#CYW #GrannysmithApple

Grown out on a fine fruit tree

really sweet taste

expectations – nice in a pie or strudel

enveloped in a parcel of filo with raisins and sultanas or

newly pressed in a juice or in a cider

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Nature

Few

#Fowc #Few

Happy is the humble helicopter seed

that make their way from their parent tree

and land in fresh fertile soil

to grow and prosper

for many are chosen for the journey

but few actually succeed

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Acrostic Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons

Chestnut

#CYW #Chestnut

6th November 2019

Coming from two trees that hold its name

Horse and Sweet varieties exist

Each Autumn kids can be found playing games with conkers

Sweet fare created from the conkers sibling

Tartlets and pies and they’re even used at the Christmas table

Note however – you can’t eat the conker

Unless of course – you happen to be a squirrel

Though its easier if you find one – to plant it for a new tree.

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Colours Food Fruit

Cerise

Cherry red they call it – taken from the french

except there are times you can’t call it

red – not in the traditional sense

its more pink than that

shade stronger than your average strawberry (even in ice cream)

each shade seems different, but so then are cherries on the tree

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Acrostic Poetry

In other words – Peanut Butter II

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Photo credit: Mabel Amber, still incognito… from Pixabay.

Scraping the content from around the brim

While the jar of delight moves in the breeze

It’s manna from heaven for this master of flight

Now clinging on the chains in happiness as the

Green bird gets his fill in the garden

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Nature Poetry

Nest (Another View)

#Fowc #Nest #Nature

Birds nest in the guttering
nesting in the guttering

Above my head, by the window ledge

a family of birds is living on the edge

living in a nest in view of my eye

occasionally searching for food do they fly

Waking me up with their earliest call

transcending the windows and solid brick walls

flying to treetops through clouds in the air

and searching out berries without a care

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Garden Poetry

Tale of a tree

Salford, 5th July 2019

A piece of poetry, taken from my repository on Allpoetry.com

The rotten apple of the bunch,
was saved from sentence of th’bin
it was placed inside a plot of soil
and kept warm there and in.

Now Children wondered – would it grow,
with loads of apples there in tow?
Dad he watered plot every day
So apple could try to make its way

And as the apple started to root,
from out of the ground – popped up a shoot
the apple had started its journey to be
a lovely fruitful apple tree

And leaves and branches started to take
as Dad and Children round tree did rake
and then one day – as the sun it did rise
the family had a fruity surprise!

Little Green apples hung from the tree,
occasionally pecked by a bird or a bee
these would grow – and time would fly
and then the apples – would end in a pie!

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Colours Poetry

Apricot

Apricots

Salford 24th May 2019

#Apricot #cyw #fruit #acrostic #poetry

A small yellow fruit, with a

Prune like stone in its centre

Ripe on the tree –

It’s colour – yellow, and when

Cut from the stem

often feels furry – much like a peach

Then again – its sweetness is nice at any time