apple on the tree
a delicious treat
a reaching hand clasps
around the apple on the tree
and lowers it to me
my heavy wooden basket
clenched in both my fists
aching in my wrists
weigh the apples here
my dad’s pale goes pale
mom laughs at the cost
pay the man and bail
driving in the car
headed to our home
apples on my lap
mom is on her phone
talking to my grandma
about pies and treats
applesauce and sweets
to make with these round
red yellow and green
fruits on which i lean
captured in my basket
captured from their trees
coming home with us
coming home with me
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angela hepworth
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Congrats on this Top Story! A nice apple twist : )
Interesting and delicious content. Keep posting more
Colorful captives. A new and intriguing reading of apples!
This is beautiful. Bravo!
This gave me a nostalgic feeling for times that I have never known. This is the perfect conveyance of emotions.
Great use of rhyme! Loved the short rhythmic lines!
Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 for top story that's so amazing closely related to cherish beauty of nature
Loved this!
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Delightful Top Story!🤩 As a teenager, we visited my uncle’s orchard… every apple we picked was dripping with juice! Your poem inspires me to include my experience in a story or poem, sometime 🙃
How pretty! 🥰
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This was a beautiful slice of life. I loved the calmness in this poem. Congrats on the Top Story!
Very gentle and soothing reflection here
Congrats on Top Story! Beautifully written.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I really enjoyed the innocent tale in this. The jaunty meter of it works really well and adds to the lightness. Lovely stuff.
Apple picking and home with you - apples and love from parents and grandparents!!
Perfect poem. I’ve been considering planting an apple tree for past couple weeks. Congrats on Top Story!
I remembered the days when we lived in the hostel and picked the half-ripened mangoes to make their jam and sauce. And you again created a natural family environment along with an apple basket. I liked your writing style. So, I subscribed to you.
Beautifull poem❤️
One of my fave fruits. Going to have some now! Sweet poem!
Apple picking in someone's orchard...priceless. When my kids were young, I read to them about Johnny Appleseed....his mission was a legacy we all still enjoy!
Mmmm, apple pies! Loved your yummy poem!
So beautiful!