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| Poetry Box My Silver Dappled Apple Tree By Molly Blaisdell Out my back door, across the yard, My favorite tree stands tall. Her leaves dance with silver light. I skip in swirling shadows. She lobs clouds across the sky. I pitch a ball toward the sun. Her branches shimmy in the breeze My arms twirl and whirl beneath. I stretch out by her trunk. She murmurs splendid secrets. I close my eyes and listen. She is a good friend to me, my silver dappled apple tree. . Poetry Archives |
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