I know I teased one of my Grandfathers poems last week but I couldn’t find one…Until now! It took me a while. That opening sentence sounds like one of those squeeze pages I have been reading so many of lately. But this poem is free.
My Grandfather was a dairy farmer and he liked to compose poems while milking his cows. Most of his poems are about the things in his life and they were an influence on me. He was a good man who worked hard and I figured if he could write poetry then I could as well.
My Orchard
By: J. Emerson Staples
I love to sit out in the Orchard just at the close of day,
And watch the sun as it slowly sinks behind those hills so far away.
The shadows they have come and gone,
Stretching from tree to tree,
Then I know that darkness is coming,
And will soon come and cover me.
Then the moon comes peeking through those trees
Lighting up the Orchard so its beauty I can see.
The fragrance of those blossoms
Is whisked to me upon the gentle canyon breeze.
And I know that on the morrow
Each blossom will be visited by those busy buzzing bees.
Then I look into the future, what a glorious sight to see,
Those trees loaded with sweet, juicy apples
Just waiting there for you and me.
I am thankful God created orchards
Even if it’s only one for me,
So I can sit out there and ponder
And thank him for the many, many blessings that he has given me.
Until next week, Have a great one and thanks for reading.
-Justin
