The Bird in my apple tree - by Alice

The Bird in my apple tree by Alice

There was a bird in my apple tree
All day long
And it's the funniest thing to me
It did not sing a song.

It sat there in the sunshine
In the tree that called mine
It didn't even begin to sing
It didn't move or anything

I went to bed on that dark night
I went upstairs by candlelight
I  wondered what it could be
For such things as that always..


Hmmm this is where it ends.. The poems are quite bad  that is why I love them.

Found nature

On my walk by the bay I found these things- the large round leaves are a sea grape tree, you can eat the fruit. People would write on them.  The small ones are from the live oak tree.  The medium one is from the Buddha tree ( will explain more later)  I found the stone- and not sure what tree the nut was from.

Below is an old notebook I found at a thrift shop called Alice Nammsen English notes- A book of poems by Alice.. I am not sure what year she wrote her poems-The pages are old and musty.  On the first page she put a newspaper clipping of a hippo.

I will share some Alice poems soon...