Life's Promise

by Cherry.Bunny.Rose

My own version of "Sea Fever" by John Masefield, was unsure as to the category but just so you know it is a poem. Please review if you think it necessary. "I must go down the the orchards again, to the smell of rich earth & heavy ripened fruit,"

A little poem I'm proud of; my own twist on John Masefield's "Sea Fever" all credit goes to him. My other stories will be updated eventually, god knows I've been really lazy about that.

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Life's Promise

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I must go down to the orchards again, to the smell of rich earth and heavy ripened fruit,

And all I ask is a used wicker basket and a stable ladder to pick them by;

And the clearest of skies and the bright sun and the warm breeze,

And a whimsical melody to pass the time and an accompaniment of rustling leaves.

I must go down to the orchards again, for winter's breath is fast approaching,

Soon the luscious fruit shall wither and fall;

And all I ask is for summer's heat and spring's pleasant rains,

And the soft call of the chinook, to bring my orchard life once more.

I must go down to the orchards again, to the place where my childhood flourished,

To the place where half-forgotten memories linger, where they dance teasingly before my eyes,

And all I ask is a moment when they would cease and a chance for new ones to be made.

And a heart to walk among them and a place to come to rest.

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Review if you liked it, otherwise just ignore my attempt to copy someone else's work =3 God I'm horrible