 | Poems by a Little Girl |  |
THE LONESOME GREEN APPLE
THERE was a little green appleThat had lasted over winter.
He had one leaf . . .
In spite of that he was lonesome.
He wondered what he could do
When the blossoms were all around him,
But one day he saw something!
Petals were falling, faces were looking out,
Shapes like his were coming in the buds;
Then he said:
"If I hold on
There will be a tree-full,
and I shall know more than any of them!"
| Poems by a Little Girl | |