I’m bringing you a poem today about apples from The Enid Blyton Poetry Book. I decided on this poem over others because there are so many apples around at the moment, falling from wayside trees and leaving a plentiful bounty for those happy foragers to pick that I just had to share it!
Apple Song
Apples on the apple trees, brown and red and yellow,
Apples on the grass below, juicy, sweet and mellow,
Apples in our baskets, apples by the score,
Apples in the apple-room, hundreds there and more!
Apples on the sideboard, polished till they gleam,
When the firelight flickers, how they wink and beam!
Apples in the kitchen, shivering in their skin,
Wondering why Cook has fetched her biggest baking-tin!
Apples in an apple-pie, baked a golden brown.
Apples in a dumpling, with a sugared crown.
Apples in a pudding, with custard for a tweet,
Apples raw and juicy, crisp and very sweet!
Oh, sing a song of apples, the nicest fruit of all,
Apples big and rosy, apples round and small,
And when we’ve finished singing, we’ll go and help ourselves,
And choose some lovely big ones from the store-room shelves!
So there we are, doesn’t it make you want an apple right now? And does anyone know what an “apple room” is, as mentioned in line four? Is it just basically a pantry?
Hope you enjoyed the poem.
Fiona
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You need a big house to have an apple room, and an orchard. Apples needed to be stored carefully if they were to last till March so the apple room was somewhere in the grounds, cool, airy and frost-free in which there were racks for the apples to be placed on allowing air to free flow around them. ‘Keepers’ were checked carefully for damage which might cause mould Stephen Bigger
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I believe Blyton kept her apples in the space above the garage when they lived at Green Hedges. I’ve not heard of an “apple room” myself but I know people used to keep apples, pears and so on on the upper floors of barns (or indeed garages).
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