The Apple Tree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBBB CCCCDDDD EEEEFFFF GGGHIIIJ KKKKLLLL MBMMBBBB NNNNMMMM OOOOMMMM OOOOBBBBHas ever a tree from the earth upsprung | A |
Around whose body have children clung | A |
Whose bounteous branches the birds among | A |
Have pecked the fruit and chirped and sung | A |
Was ever a tree or shall there be | B |
So hardy so sturdy so good to see | B |
So welcome a boon to the family | B |
Like the pride of the farmer the apple tree | B |
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How he loves to be digging about its root | C |
Or grafting the bud in the tender shoot | C |
The daintiest palate that he may suit | C |
With the fairest and finest selected fruit | C |
How he boasts of his Sweetings so big for size | D |
His delicate Greenings made for pies | D |
His Golden Pippins that take the prize | D |
The Astrachans tempting that tell no lies | D |
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How he learns of the squirrel a thing or two | E |
That the wise little rodents always knew | E |
And never forget or fail to do | E |
Of laying up store for the winter through | E |
So he hollows a space in the mellow ground | F |
Where leaves for lining and straw abound | F |
And well remembers his apple mound | F |
When a day of scarcity comes around | F |
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By many a token may we suppose | G |
That the knowledge apple no longer grows | G |
That broke up Adam and Eve's repose | G |
And set the fashion of fig leaf clothes | H |
The story's simple and terse and crude | I |
But still with a morsel of truth imbued | I |
For of trees and trees by the multitude | I |
Are some that are evil and some that are good | J |
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The more I muse on those stories old | K |
The more philosophy they unfold | K |
Of husbands docile and women bold | K |
And Satan's purposes manifold | K |
Ah many a couple halve their fare | L |
With that mistaken and misfit air | L |
That the world and all are ready to swear | L |
To a mighty unapple y mated pair | L |
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The apple's an old fashioned tree I know | M |
All gnarled and bored by the curculio | B |
And loves to stand in a zigzag row | M |
And doesn't make half so much of a show | M |
As the lovely almond that blooms like a ball | B |
And spreads out wide like a pink parasol | B |
Set on its stem by the garden wall | B |
But I love the apple tree after all | B |
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A little more cider sings the bard | N |
And who this juiciness would discard | N |
Though holding the apple in high regard | N |
Must be like the cider itself very hard | N |
For the spirit within it as all must know | M |
Is utterly harmless unless we go | M |
Like the fool in his folly and overflow | M |
By drinking a couple of barrels or so | M |
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What of that apple beyond the seas | O |
Fruit of the famed Hesperides | O |
But dust and ashes compared to these | O |
That grow on Columbia's apple trees | O |
And I sigh for the apples of years agone | M |
For Rambos streaked like the morning dawn | M |
For Russets brown with their jackets on | M |
And aromatic as cinnamon | M |
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Oh the peach and cherry may have their place | O |
And the pear is fine in its stately grace | O |
The plum belongs to a puckery race | O |
And maketh awry the mouth and face | O |
But I long to roam in the orchard free | B |
The dear old orchard that used to be | B |
And gather the beauties that dropped for me | B |
From the bending boughs of the apple tree | B |
Hattie Howard
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