The Old Apple Tree
by Velma M. Carlson

As I gaze out my window at the
"Old Apple Tree"
In my sister's yard close by, it
Makes me sad.
It's so very old and I'm sure it's
Going to die.
Its limbs are broken and falling apart
Bending toward the ground,
And show its age as it swings and sways.
It is slowly falling down.
Our children all played in the
"Old Apple Tree".
Such beautiful blossoms in spring ~
And always loaded with apples.
It was such a pretty thing.
The fragrance was sweet when in
Full bloom.
A beautiful sight to behold.
But now it's slowly drooping down
As it's so very very old.
We are going to miss the
"Old Apple Tree"
Which has been there for many
A year.
When I think of it now, I remember
Somehow,
And my eyes just fill with tears.
I'm sure we will miss it, as the
Seasons go by ~
It was as stately as any could be.
We shall always remember as
We gaze at that spot ~
And we'll miss the "Old Apple Tree".