A Poem that Simulates an Event in my Life
What do kids in the summer time do for fun? Maybe go to the apple orchard and pick some apples? Some of Frost's poems often spark comparison to those of the Romantic poets a hundred years earlier (Pg. 119). The poet Robert Frost writes about apple picking and how tiring it is. I experienced the same effect from apple picking when my aunt use to take me as a young child.
In the beginning of his poem, the speaker describes how it feels to be up on the ladder in the tree:
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Besides it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. (pg. 123)
The speaker in the poem gives us a visual that she is up in the tree far from the ground.
Once the fear of climbing up to the top of the ladder your fears disappear from the view. Could it be a nice view or could all you see is miles of trees? The speaker doesn't say, but from my experiences apple picking standing on the ladder looking around is such a sight. To see all the tops of the trees with all different kinds of apples, and to see the clouds in the sky and the mountains in the background is very beautiful. Climbing up every tree trying to get as many apples as you can, can be very tiring and to exhausting to fill up the amount of buckets you intended too. When I went with my Aunt I was young and had lots of energy, I use to run from tree to...