The ladder was still there.
Leaning, as if worn
and ready to retire now,
after those decades
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Herbert, this ought to give you strong messages about the kind of poems you should always write. This is you at your best...memories, use of all the senses and a tug at the heartstrings. More, more! Raynette
Herbert, thank you for this trip through your childhood memory lane. Great mate!
Herbert...this is a wholesome and tangible poem...I can smell the snap! of cool crisp apples and bellows of air~ Superb...now where's that pie?
This takes me back also Herbert, to when we would each hold a corner of a blanket as my Mother with a rake shook the branches of the apple tree. Each apple was then carefully wrapped in newspaper, and stored in a cardboard box which kept them fresh for months. They tasted so good too! A lovely reminder! Very well done. Sincerely Ernestine
Incredible, H. Some of the greatest depth you have ever exhibited here...
Wonderful poem, Herbert. I love these glimpses, these insights you write about from your life. You do it so well. Hugs to you, CJ
This was beautiful....you took me on a nice reminicing (spelling) trip to my uncle's home....Apples, peaches.....he had lots of fruit trees we always had fun :)
What a wonderful trip we've taken with you Herbert! So reminiscent.........I loved it. sincerely, Mary
Picking the Bestest by Categories.... Nostalgia... aroha Dxx