THERE was a little green apple That had lasted over winter. He had one leaf . . . In spite of that he was lonesome. He wondered what he could do When the blossoms were all around him, But one day he saw something! Petals were falling, faces were looking out, Shapes like his were coming in the buds; Then he said: "If I hold on There will be a tree-full, and I shall know more than any of them!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT YARROW VISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN ODE OF ANACREON by ANACREON CALMNESS OF THE SUBLIME by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |