Apples And Oranges Poem by James McLain

I enjoy them both who doesn't right
one cold the other warm
still within them a
mystery grown.
Fabled crown of one gave you such
warm cozy vernacular true
through and through.
The glow of a soft sun ripened orange
wind blown scent on the evening
breeze makes you feel
all warm inside.
Phosphates are needed to realize these
orbs of day and the night.
Believe it or not the taste is determined
by stew from our pets and cows.
Having never seen snow I appreciate a
good apple and now realize
the stew I am in.
I suppose we can thank eve for the words
and a sweet juicy orange
for our tans.