The Apple Poem by Marilyn Shepperson
The Apple
There is an apple on one of my trees
That I have mentally marked as MINE
It large, green and round
Too high up for me to reach
So, I am waiting for it to come down
Everyday I go out to look
But it stays there, defying me
And in spite of the best efforts
Of Hurricane Gordon
That apple is still hanging there
So now I wonder if Nature
Has stuck it on with super glue.
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5/9/2024 4:07:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
ya ya got ta watch them green ones darling, use a bit of salt! ! nice write dave