My Apple Tree

For Amber and Neve

I wish I had an apple tree
that grew ten times as tall as me.
I’d clamber up its lofty limbs
and hide amongst the greenery.

I’d love to sit there, way up high,
and pick the fruit that grew nearby.
I’d munch my crunchy, juicy snacks
and watch the distant world rush by.

But having dreams of trees is hard
when nothing grows in our front yard
except our ancient almond tree.
And almonds- ugh!- they taste like card.

So, that is why I hatched this scheme
to carry out my longed-for dream,
and all it takes is store-bought fruit
to make things not quite what they seem.

Now, look up high and you might see
some apples in our almond tree
tucked safely in-between each branch,
just waiting to be picked… by me!

This poem is also in my poetry book, To Rhyme or Not to Rhyme? (Glimmer Press, 2019).

29 thoughts on “My Apple Tree

  1. Hi my name is Brayden and today i read your silly poems and my favourite one was My Apple Tree because i love apples and i grow my own fruit and vegtables. Thank you for sharing with me.

    • Hi Brayden,

      Thank you for your lovely comment. I’m glad you like the poem. I like growing my own fruit and vegetables too. My favourite is sweet potatoes, because they are so much fun to dig out of the ground.


  2. When I go fruit picking on my grandparents farm, the first fruit I ask to pick is an apple. I wish I had my own apple tree.

    • Hi Diaan,

      Thanks for reading so many of my poems.

      There is no need to comment on each one you read. Choose one that you have something to say about and comment on that one.


  3. I was eating an apple when I posted this comment! I probably would not like it if our apple tree grew ten times as tall as me because it is scary when I climb really high ; I am afraid of heights.

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