'Cherries, ripe cherries!' The old woman cried, In her snowy white apron, And basket beside; And the little boys came, Eyes shining, cheeks red, To buy bags of cherries To eat with their bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER by THOMAS MOORE TIRED MOTHERS by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH TO MISS KINDER, ON RECEIVING A NOTE DATED FEBRUARY 30TH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DESCENT OF TIMOTHY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE PINE-TREE KIN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER PACCHIAROTTO AND HOW HE WORKED IN DISTEMPER by ROBERT BROWNING |