Giant powerful Hercules could believe that he
could set aside old age, that healing would come
if he could get some apples
and that the most beautiful woman would be true to him.
William Tell had to shoot an apple down from the head of his child,
Newton used apples to determine gravity
and Eve according to legend did explicitly
bite into the soft flesh of an apple, or so it is told.
Today taste, texture and odour
and even computers are linked to an apple
with a pretty green or dark red colour
you can even find it in strong liquor, vinegar and canned fruit
and still I keep wondering about Eve and the fruit,
it sweeps my thoughts thousands of years back.
© Gert Strydom
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