THE peach tree on the southern wall Has basked so long beneath the sun, Her score of peaches great and small Bloom rosy, every one. A peach for brothers, one for each, A peach for you and a peach for me; But the biggest, rosiest, downiest peach For Grandmamma with her tea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 39 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES THE BATTLE OF QUEENSTOWN by WILLIAM BANKER JR. MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES THE TWO FIRES by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FUTILITY by CHARLOTTE BLAISING |