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Show The Swing in the Apple Orchard By ANNE CAMPBELL THE swing In the apple orchard Was loveliest in spring, We swayed In the dewy morning Where trees were blossoming. Our aim was to reach the fragrance Of highest bloom of all. The birds in their brown nests trembled, We heard their mother call. The swing in the apple orchard,' When summer shed its gold, Was drenched with a leafy splen- dor That was regal to behold. We saw, as the apples ripened, The silver hand of Time. His shadow across the orchard Plucked apples in their prime. The swing In the apple orchard In autumn, brown and sere, W7as shunned by the busy children, For the school bell sounded clear. The swing was a teasing ribbon Until the end of May, And it hangs now in my remembrance, remem-brance, The ghost of a bygone day ! (Copyright.) WNU Service. |