Best Johnny Appleseed Poems
Our old friend Johnny Appleseed
Was a bit of a kook all agreed
Always wore a tin pot on his head
Kept himself dry and also well fed
Johnny Appleseed was really John Chapman...he became the stuff of legends after his death.
He wandered the northeast planting appleseeds. The apples were used for apple cider or "spirits",
not for eating.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, environment, history, humor,
Form:
Clerihew
I'll bring the avocados
And feed you as you come for safaris
Like my mother did, further beyond the Kalahari
And we can share the dips, the spreads and the shakes with all kind of stories
In the sunny and in the starry
Or you can plant one seed at a time like Johnny Appleseed
Or bring flowers from continent to continent and let them breed
Export that rare plant so I can also see
With your love and my love, we can feed so many, just with our deeds
Come to my garden, plant something and let's watch it grow
Spread the seeds or put them in rows
It can be free style and freely can flow
No rules, no limits and it can even be slow
Just bring the sweet love mango in you and let it glow
Categories:
johnny appleseed, humanity, , sweet love,
Form:
Rhyme
"Johnny Appleseed" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the
Republic".
Oh, do you know the story of Old Johnny Appleseed?
He gave appleseeds to everyone that he thought was in need,
And the people planted them and watched the trees grow tall.
Thanks to Johnny we have juicy apples every fall!
Johnny Appleseed trivia: Johnny Appleseed was a missionary. Along with
appleseeds, he distributed publications for the Swedenborgian Church.
Bonus activity: Johnny Appleseed thought it was important to nourish the body-and
the spirit. Ask children to think of ways that one might feed the spirit.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, children
Form:
Rhyme
Johnny was a lover of God's country
who roamed cherished land because he was free.
A skilled outdoorsman with backcountry charms,
he donned a burlap sack with holes for arms.
To wear rugged shoes was quite a blessing,
for barefoot he'd trek, soles without dressing.
He donned a useful pot upon his head,
books have depicted, historians said.
He was kind and gentle to all God's life,
though he was childless and had no wife.
He escaped wild beasts, slept under stars,
and had tales to tell along with scars.
As an optimist with fistfuls of seed,
he ceased moments to meet a future need.
Crisp and delicious, he loved apples' taste,
pocketing precious seed to sow in haste.
Imaging orchards graceful and wild,
he planted new life with faith of a child.
With settlers he'd barter for basic needs
blessing them with the product of his seeds.
From Pennsylvania to Iowa's ground,
Johnny's living legacy can be found.
1/20/2021
Categories:
johnny appleseed, adventure, dream, earth, fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
basket of green and red apples
fullscreen fruitful seeds planted
rotten apples in my eyes
have no demise
I find useful rotten fruit laying
in the middle of the group
for the abused and bruised make apple juice
I fuse, fry and make a pie
the beaten and battered were never shattered or tasteless
will always find a place for the thought to be wasted
why misplace a whole basket for just a 2 bad apples
must not be organic
maybe Monsanto GMO
now no apples in my reach
responsibilities hanging from the orchard waiting to ripe
red or green no matter
never make the same mistake twice.
genetically modifying Johnny Appleseed to tell a lie
I guess that's what happens when artificial changes natural
roll the dice pay the price when you mess with the seed of life
ALL GONE no more seeds, WE DIE
Categories:
johnny appleseed, color, columbus day, earth,
Form:
Light Verse
Back in the early 30's and 40's in Southern New Mexico
Was a traveling preacher watching over his herd
Never had a church like we know
He did a lot of his preaching where ever he would go
A Johnny Appleseed of sorts, spreading God's word
He always had a friendly hello
He would start his walk on the Rio Grande River
At Las Cruces and then north day by day
The Santa Fe Railroad gave him a life time ticket to ride
He always had goodness to deliver
At he end of the day, he had a house to stay
And pray with them once inside
The only denomination that he knew was preaching God's word
They were all the same to Preacher Lewis
And he would help anyone with a empty belly
He was one of the Lord's shepherds, watching over his herd
He would baptize a baby or settle a fuss
Did not take much to please him, could get by on toast and jelly
After the Depression, my Dad would see the preacher now and then
He was working in a lumber yard, one evening after work close by
He and some friends , stopped in a bar to drink a beer
Old Preacher Lewis came in
He said, "Boys, I need some help I cannot deny"
"I am not here to judge you or wonder why you are here"
"But boys, I have a family down the road, they have hit on hard times"
"If you can find it in your heart for a little change, let me pass my hat"
"Then I will be on my way to get them something to eat"
He said no more, within minutes the hat was full of nickels and dimes
There has to be a lot said for an old country preacher like that
Old Preacher Lewis, the preacher I never met
Categories:
johnny appleseed, people
Form:
How do I Thank You
for watching over my child
investing your
time
energy
focus
and
passion
in him
Every
day?
How do I thank you
for using your keen eye
to emerge with his full picture
and tailoring a years worth of education
just for him?
for making sure he is comfortable
and relaxed
and happy Every day?
How do I thank you
for finding inventive
ways to facilitate his goals Every day?
for the look of alarm, ever so brief
if even a remote chance of danger
for him or others?
for your warmth
your upbeat kindness
and nurturing
that you give him Every day?
How do I thank you
for loaning him Snow pants
and a little Yellow T-Shirt?
for teaching him how to honor
his own work
and that of his peers?
How do I thank you
for planting seeds
that deepen his understanding
of Everything?
for taking a lesson plan that is fine
infusing it with complexity
and transforming it into
something extraordinary
Every day?
for teaching my child as if he were the only child in your class
while teaching Every Child in your class as if they
were the only one as well?
How do I thank you?
This happy
full
creative
thinking
boy
who chatters to me as he is going to sleep
about Martin Luther King Jr.
Johnny Appleseed
Spheres and cylinders
sets of tens
mammals
fish
poems
songs
and Your words of Praise
is the living proof
of the gift that you are to education and children.
I can only say Thank you Teacher..
Mrs B; Poetry by
Susan M. Walker 2014
Categories:
johnny appleseed, children, education, emotions,
Form:
Prose Poetry
there's something now in America's room
to give us a sense of uncommon gloom
may be a smart guy, a financial advisor
with a hundred minus 99 an uncommon divisor
the room's haves, still have, the not, don't
99 of a hundred want redress, 1 other won't
is the Right right? does the Left remain?
has all of America gone a little insane?
do the Occupy folks occupy this room's hearts
do citizen's lives jerk on in fits-n-starts?
at their tea party did Alice and the Hatter
sip cool-aid or tea, or really know the matter
with all the other people, or too, themselves,
red queen, a rabbit, maybe a few dozen elves
is it right to just shout "off with their heads!"
shouldn't we consider a more humane way instead
acknowledge that we all have some common good
to better care for each other, at least we should
Johnny Appleseed knew well what the future held
so he planted for generations to come and dwell
under a tree of life, growing our tree of mankind
tying us to our brothers would knots that align
there's plenty of shade under one nation's tree
with our common good a precedent, a standard to be
© Goode Guy 2012-01-20
Categories:
johnny appleseed, philosophy, political, tree, tree,
Form:
Couplet
A is for the apple trees of Johnny Appleseed,
planting economic freedom
from sea to shining sea.
M is for mother, Madam Liberty,
honors regrowth, the melting pot of the free.
E is for emergence, of new thoughts, new lives, new mysteries.
R is for the richness of cultural diversity.
I is for a fresh idealism not false idolatry.
A is for admiration of America¢s bold beauty.
And all that spelled America
from sea to shining sea.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, politicalsea, sea,
Form:
Acrostic
He wore bare feet, a pot for a hat,
our Johnny Appleseed, one cool cat.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, fruit, memorial,
Form:
Couplet
Jackie sat on a hill outside and began to read.
He was chastised by one Johnny Appleseed.
Why do you waste your time? Come help me get honey.
No thanks said Jackie, I am reading to this bunny.
The bunny was touched, and brought his family around.
The hopped and played, and sat next to Jackie on the ground.
I love his reading so much, this can never get old!
But then they were joined by a crazy old toad.
The toad hopped off to get his family too.
There were soon toads all over, maybe twenty-two.
What is happening? Asked Jackie. What is their goal?
I do not understand said a bunny, but they need birth control.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
:::::::::::::::::::::::: APPLE
Never true from seed
wild card with every new sprout
the fruits of the earth
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Johnny Appleseed was a great story of the early days of this country as
it spread from East to West.
Im not sure if he really scattered apple seeds or not.
Try it for yourself.
Save the seeds from any apple, plant them and see whats sprouts and
grows.
With that in mind Im going out to "prune" my apple trees here in Maine
while its still cold and the sap and bugs aren't running yet.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, adventure, allegory, america, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Transaurius
Divined from a thousand novellas
On the cusp of hallucination
Somewhere between the monastery and the circus.........
Devoid of any specious goodness
Deficient in any and all pragma
Having escaped from several weddings
One if by name, two if by shame
Resonant with the nerdy few
Attuned to the hum of the earth
With seaweed clinging to my reptilian shanks
Moss gathers along my molars and bicuspids
Approaching the waterfall,
Touched by the call to reproduce
Without my briefcase, no magic carpet will appear
Without my pitchfork, the world is less safe
Excluded for being too unorthodox
Spending more and more time around the zoo
Asked to pose next to an oversized geological time chart
Bats don't bite and the bees won't sting
Trolling the outskirts of suburbia
Spawned from a burst of lightning and phosphorus
Mutation has taken my horns and hiss
Evolution returns my tail
Altered forever by all that I've heard
Sunlight glistens off my scales and spikes
Reading from the book of Commune,
" Frequency, resonance, abnormality,
yin trumps yang, clocks spin backwards, Hocus Pocus "
Mentioned in both the Odyssey and the Mahabarata
I gave peter piper his first sack of peppers
I walked along side johnny appleseed
Because of me, the woman in question had to live in a Shoe
Facing north, nostrils flaring and ears twitching
Detecting a myriad of scents in the breeze
Activating 120 million years of submerged memories
No doubt, three brains are better than one
Poking my head through the bramble bush
Surveying the warm tundra and waiting livestock
Bon appetite..........
Due to sharing the same acreage with both the illiterate throngs
and the alcoholic hordes, a purification ritual is in order
Twilight arrives, all instruments are in ready in place.
Pull the curtain.............
Categories:
johnny appleseed, 12th grade, allusion, animal,
Form:
Blank verse
You must be someone new
Another Johnny Appleseed
Leaving flowers wherever you walk
So, please travel the world
Bring life and beauty wherever you go
And we will remember your name
Johnny Flowerseed
© Poem – VI/XI/MMXXIV
LRET
Categories:
johnny appleseed, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s rhyme today Trixie said.
She thumped me soundly on my head.
Tweet Tweet Tweet Twee.
Bleat Bleat Bleat Blee.
Let’s dance around the poetry tree!
I was not in a mood to think or see
What my muse clearly had in mind for me.
I am dour and damp and dark and dreary.
She was putting my mood into a fury.
Let’s not today; it would be a pain.
My day is full of gloom and rain.
Trixie would not hear of this for sure.
She jumped on my shoulders and gave a purr.
Come on! She urged. Fun is what you need.
She danced the dance of Johnny Appleseed.
Rhyming. Ugh! How boring I said.
I was lying like concrete, about half dead.
I am not in the mood. Leave me alone.
But of course, she wrote up this damned poem.
Categories:
johnny appleseed, muse, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme