Falling Apples Poem by Matt Mooney
Falling Apples
I'm up to my eyes in apples,
Lizard like upon the trunk;
Heavy branches to be shaken,
Fishing for the furthest fruit:
Ripened red and yellow faces
High on top beneath the sun.
I'm in a ball filled bouncer
But I'm careful not to fall-
Just now I ducked my head
From flying fruit going down
To hop like heavy hailstones
In a shower upon the ground.
BEEN UP ANY TREES RECENTLY? i liked the poem picture and the alliterations. to MyPoemList. i just ate some applesauce. i picked and prepared the apples while 'the cook' did the cookin'. not bad. but even with ladders i'm careful 'these days'. come to think of it, i've had more accidents while on ladders than when climbing and clinging in a tree, .....reaching for the gems under the sun. bri ;)
Oh i feel like i was there watching this...careful! ! ! ! ! hahahaha, very nice poem..i enjoyed this with so happy and great smile left..The lizard is so 'The apples' lover hahaha'..Thanks for sharing with us here :) _Unwritten Soul
I like this poem Matt you write with a great sencerity and you build strong images throughout, very skillful,10.
Beautiful imagery in this, I could almost hear the thud of the apples... really enjoying your work. HG: -) xx
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lizard like upon the trunk..this paints a very strong memory of you and your love of trees!