Written by Susan Lane
The blossom on the cherry tree was fabulous this year
Fully loaded and beautiful white
An absolutely brilliant sight
That told me the cherries might be
A nice light pinky yellow or white, maybe
It really depends on the light for the hue
But that really doesn’t matter to me
The nice thing is getting fresh cherries off my tree
Because it’s not often you get something for free
The cherries that are to follow will be so many more.
In comparison with the year before
I know once they’re ripe they’ll be gone in a flash
It happens every year, it’s a mad dash
The cherries grow and ripen
The birds watch and see
I’m sure those flippin’ birds wait for me
To try the fruit on that tree
That are almost ready to shout
“Come and eat me”
Like every other year I’ll be lucky to get three
Whether the year is good or bad
It’s always the same, the birds get there first
Like they’re playing a game
Getting Ready for Cherry Harvest
Isn’t it amazing, I’m quite pleased
The cherries look nice, they’re not quite ready for me
They’re bitter and hard and not nice you see
Maybe in another day or two they’ll be ready
So, I can pick a few more, mmmm, tasty
Spending more time in the hot day's sun
May help to bring them on
I check them each day and hope they can be
Gently pulled off that blasted tree
Finally, I get a plateful, they’re not as ripe as they could be
But I’m glad because it’s quite a few more
Than I was expecting it to be
Over the years I’ve learned not to care
It’s best not to leave them all there
I live in hope and leave the rest
Like it’s some kind of test
If I’m lucky there might be a few more for me
But at the moment they’re staying on the tree
Because I don’t want a jippy tummy
I get up next day and they’re already gone
The birds were up at the crack of dawn
They’ve gobbled them down
I shake my head. I’m so sad, although I’m also glad
They were delicious and sweet.
A nice pinky yellow, a lovely treat
I’d left the top cherries for any birds who came around
Any bad ones they threw on the ground
The rats, the mice, the foxes too
They came, they cleaned and tidied up for me
Now after all that fun
Another year’s cherry harvest is already done

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