Apple Picking- Jessie Marston
Bright blue skies, no clouds are gray
sun warms my skin though the breeze snags it away
the old apple trees, decorated with apples
so red, and perfect thousands just hanging
just waiting to be picked and taken away
one crunchy bite and I become attentive to the world around me
juicy and sweet the taste infects my mouth
it's the best of treats on this great apple picking day
"Taste infects my mouth", i like that.
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