When I was a child and apples would ripe in fall


Apples and canopies

It would be mellow sunlight
The grass would turn golden
I would walk with my child steps
Grass hoppers would fly around
I would ride my uncle's shoulders
He would build me grass huts
The smoke rises as fall ends
Cicadas slowly hum to winter



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-11 at 17:40

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MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
@sameen , no dear these are my original memories
2023-12-24


Sameen
A fitting "sequel" to Dylan Thomas's Fern Hill, if that's what you were referencing.
2023-12-18


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is lovely.
2023-12-11