Apple Blossom Heaven
APPLE BLOSSOM HEAVEN
Heaven must be this sweet -
The Schillings along the shore,
Old Pilikov across the street,
Apple trees just outside door.
In the softness of lush pink shade
And their heavy laden giant blooms
My children grew and played
And inhaled their pure perfumes.
To start each day in blossom,
In display perfect and fulsome,
Spread low over my transom -
Is surely life in heaven’s bosom.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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