Applesauced - Poem by Saiom Shriver
Apples, crown jewels
on the ground jademossed
lying where by
a stormy wind tossed
Picked up brought home
peeled and diced
and slowly simmered
.... now applesauced
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I made applesauce yesterday.
I peeled the apples, cut them into
little pieces, put them on the stove
covered with water, slowly simmered
them. They were so sweet no
fructose crystals or date sugar
or corn syrup was added.
Saved the cores... either to grow
my own trees or toss them in the wild woods
My goal is to eat all uncooked food... but
have not yet arrived.
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