Apple of my eye

A poem about an apple.

I see it out on a branch

Dangling just out of reach

 

It's a juicy red apple!

Not a pear, not a peach...

 

 

It's a beautiful apple.

Just look at that shine!

 

It's the biggest one I've ever seen!

It has to be mine!

 

 

I put down my things,

And I climb up the tree.

 

I can see that lovely apple,

Almost smiling at me.

 

 

I reach out to grab it...

I miss! It's not fair!

 

I try once again,

But all I grab is the air.

 

 

I keep trying to get it,

But, hard as I try,

 

I just can't seem to reach

The apple of my eye.

 

 

But never mind that-

I won't give up yet!

 

It's a beautiful apple

That I simply must get.

 

 

I climb out a bit farther

And, with the apple in sight,

 

I find a good branch

And hang on to it tight.

 

 

I reach out once more.

And, what do you know..?

 

I've grabbed onto the apple

And I'm not letting go!

 

I hang on to my prize,

And at last, I pull it free.

 

And, holding it close,

I climb back down the tree.

 

Now, back on the ground,

I eye it with pride.

 

I sit down on the grass

With a book by my side.

 

 

Finally, I take a bite.

And, smiling as I eat,

 

I think to myself:

Victory is most sweet!

Reviews

[Andrea]

this is so amazing! the whole time reading the poem I was hoping anxiously that you would get that apple. The innocence and ambition in this poem is great.

[Distant horizons]

:-)
Perseverance pays off. Good things come to those who don't wait :-)
Excellent write. Great flow to it. And a happy ending too.