The Apple-Tree Poem by Rose Fyleman

The Apple-Tree



I STOOD beneath the apple-tree,
The apples were so good to see ;
Very high above my head
I saw them shining round and red.

A robin sang a tiny song,
And after I had waited long
A fairy in the apple-tree
Threw an apple down to me.

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