The Apple Tree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Has ever a tree from the earth upsprungA
Around whose body have children clungA
Whose bounteous branches the birds amongA
Have pecked the fruit and chirped and sungA
Was ever a tree or shall there beB
So hardy so sturdy so good to seeB
So welcome a boon to the familyB
Like the pride of the farmer the apple treeB
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How he loves to be digging about its rootC
Or grafting the bud in the tender shootC
The daintiest palate that he may suitC
With the fairest and finest selected fruitC
How he boasts of his Sweetings so big for sizeD
His delicate Greenings made for piesD
His Golden Pippins that take the prizeD
The Astrachans tempting that tell no liesD
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How he learns of the squirrel a thing or twoE
That the wise little rodents always knewE
And never forget or fail to doE
Of laying up store for the winter throughE
So he hollows a space in the mellow groundF
Where leaves for lining and straw aboundF
And well remembers his apple moundF
When a day of scarcity comes aroundF
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By many a token may we supposeG
That the knowledge apple no longer growsG
That broke up Adam and Eve's reposeG
And set the fashion of fig leaf clothesH
The story's simple and terse and crudeI
But still with a morsel of truth imbuedI
For of trees and trees by the multitudeI
Are some that are evil and some that are goodJ
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The more I muse on those stories oldK
The more philosophy they unfoldK
Of husbands docile and women boldK
And Satan's purposes manifoldK
Ah many a couple halve their fareL
With that mistaken and misfit airL
That the world and all are ready to swearL
To a mighty unapple y mated pairL
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The apple's an old fashioned tree I knowM
All gnarled and bored by the curculioB
And loves to stand in a zigzag rowM
And doesn't make half so much of a showM
As the lovely almond that blooms like a ballB
And spreads out wide like a pink parasolB
Set on its stem by the garden wallB
But I love the apple tree after allB
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A little more cider sings the bardN
And who this juiciness would discardN
Though holding the apple in high regardN
Must be like the cider itself very hardN
For the spirit within it as all must knowM
Is utterly harmless unless we goM
Like the fool in his folly and overflowM
By drinking a couple of barrels or soM
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What of that apple beyond the seasO
Fruit of the famed HesperidesO
But dust and ashes compared to theseO
That grow on Columbia's apple treesO
And I sigh for the apples of years agoneM
For Rambos streaked like the morning dawnM
For Russets brown with their jackets onM
And aromatic as cinnamonM
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Oh the peach and cherry may have their placeO
And the pear is fine in its stately graceO
The plum belongs to a puckery raceO
And maketh awry the mouth and faceO
But I long to roam in the orchard freeB
The dear old orchard that used to beB
And gather the beauties that dropped for meB
From the bending boughs of the apple treeB

Hattie Howard



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