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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cherry Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cherry Tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a Cherry Tree, <br>In our house at Number Three; <br> ‘T was a variety from Singapore, <br> Presented by a friend, now no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the western side of our house, <br>To be away from the straying cows; <br> It was planted—a sapling, rare, <br> And nurtured with ample care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon with shoots it grew tall, <br>And was high above the compound wall; <br> Pride in us did surely swell, <br> To behold the tree growing so well, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its branches now did spread and sprawl, <br>And to the next house too it did crawl; <br> Its shade permeated through to the hall, <br> And ushered in cool breeze to us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white blossoms of the cherry, <br>Drew swarms of bees—so merry, <br> Raw green cherries then popped, <br> Which turned bright red and dropped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The green tree with cherries so red, <br>Was like an ornament with rubies studded; <br> It was sure a splendid sight, <br> Even in the glow of the moon-lit night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cherry fruits tasted very sweet, <br>Though for some it wasn't a treat; <br> To crush a fruit ‘twixt your teeth'<br> A current of joy ran underneath.! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many were the children of the street, <br>Who vied for the cherries so sweet; <br> They'd climb the tree, up to pick, <br> And fill their pockets till there were sick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crows would claim the tree their own, <br>And feed the nestlings with cherries grown, <br> Dawn would hail the cuckoo's spree, <br> With its sonorous call from atop the tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the shade of the cherry tree, <br>On the landing of stairs, with glee, <br> I've oft with it mute communion held, <br> And there, have many a poem, spelled.<br> <br>This Cherry Tree, so much prized, <br>After eight years was much disguised; <br> Alas! It lost its branches and was browned, <br> With out-stretched limbs, to be razed to ground! .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cherry Tree is now no more, <br>As I pen this, I miss it as ne'er before; <br> But to eye its photograph, my heart does leap, <br> And a warmth in me does truly seep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chandra+Thiagarajan">Chandra Thiagarajan</a><div class=q>
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There was a Cherry Tree, 
In our house at Number Three; 
 ‘T was a variety from Singapore, 
 Presented by a friend, now no more.

On the western side of our house, 
To be away from the straying cows; 
 It was planted—a sapling..."></div>
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