Windfall
We ate the windfall
Jillie Bulson and me
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree
Apples and pears
Plums and cherries
Then the kitchen garden
To top up on berries.
Constitutions like iron
We gorged our fill
And never ever once
Were we ever ill.
The Orchard still stands,
Jillie sadly recently gone.
Our childhood friendship
In memory lingers on,
Still eating the windfall,
Jillie Bulson and me,
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2025
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