Orchard Poem by gershon hepner
Orchard
An apple growing on a tree
within an awesome orchard
taught man to be what man would be
and made him wise but tortured.
It's better he not be too wise
for when he overreaches
he may find that what hits his eyes,
the apples, plums and peaches,
are indigestible, and pits
and peel and seeds and cores
can, making eaters lose their wits,
turn brains to apple-sauce.
11/26/97
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5/10/2024 6:37:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Tee-hee. You're in a right giggly mood aren't you, Dr H? But listen, leave off old Adam and Eva for now, eh? They've suffered enough at your hands for one day! Smiling at you, Gina.