Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE APPLE TREE, by JAMES STEPHENS Poet's Biography First Line: I was hiding in the crooked apple tree Last Line: He fled, as if he heard some thing behind! Subject(s): Apple Trees; Children; Trees; Childhood | ||||||||
I was hiding in the crooked apple tree, Scouting for Indians, when a man came! I thought it was an Indian, for he Was running like the wind -- There was a flame Of sunlight on his hand as he drew near, And then I saw a knife gripped in his fist! He panted like a horse! His eyes were queer! Wide-open! Staring frightfully! And, hist! His mouth stared open like another eye! And all his hair was matted down with sweat! I crouched among the leaves lest he should spy Where I was hiding -- So he did not get His awful eyes on me; but, like the wind, He fled, as if he heard some thing behind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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