Walking through the swale today
I saw a lovely sight
Almost all the trees had leaves
Or small buds green and bright
Persimmon, paw-paw, cherry
Chestnut, apple too
Pecans and red raspberry
And redbuds, just a few
Green cherries hang down heavy
On happy little trees
This fall we’ll have a bevvy
Of fruit to share and freeze
A warning to the creepers
That prowl each day and night
We don’t play finders keepers
This fruit is mine, alright?!
A late bloomer! Almost all of the trees I thought were dead now have leaves or tiny buds.
I sure hope we get to pick these cherries!
a pinch of homestead 