Apples

When an apple tree is ready for the world to


come and eat,

There isn't any structure in the land that's

"got it beat."

There's nothing man has builded with the

beauty or the charm

That can touch the simple grandeur of the

monarch of the farm.

There's never any picture from a human

being's brush

That has ever caught the redness of a single apple's blush.



When an apple tree's in blossom it is glorious

to see,

But that's just a hint, at springtime, of the

better things to be;

That is just a fairy promise from the Great

Magician's wand

Of the wonders and the splendors that are

waiting just beyond

The distant edge of summer; just a forecast

of the treat

When the apple tree is ready for the world

to come and eat.



Architects of splendid vision long have labored

on the earth,

And have raised their dreams in marble and

we've marveled at their worth;

Long the spires of costly churches have looked

upward at the sky;

Rich in promise and in the beauty, they have

cheered the passer-by.

But I'm sure there's nothing finer for the eye

of man to meet

Than an apple tree that's ready for the world

to come and eat.



There's the promise of the apples, red and

gleaming in the sun,

Like the medals worn by mortals as rewards

for labors done;

And the big arms stretched wide open, with a

welcome warm and true

In a way that sets you thinking it's intended

just for you.

There is nothing with a beauty so entrancing,

so complete,

As an apple tree that's ready for the world to

come and eat.



Edgar A. Guest


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