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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ya ya got ta watch them green ones darling, use a bit of salt! ! nice write dave