The Cherry Tree

The Cherry Tree

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White-pink blossoms

On soft dewy grass

The warm wooden seat

By the glowing fire place


Sour-sweet cherry preserve

On hot baked bread

 Juicy golden apples

With fresh brewed coffee


The long French window

Enveloped with Cherry branches

The bright orange sun bathing

A lush forest brighter


The vintage pocket radio

Playing bygone sweet melodies

The musty smell of old books

With yellow dog-eared pages


My sweet pleasures as a child

Come haunting in my dreams

I wake up to the steely city and

The cacophony of the grey jungle



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