How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

what a beautiful garden

with so much fruit of love

a theme of groth and harmony

but lovestands all above

Immigrants

Once we grew food to feed the world

The farmer had labors who work very hard

Workers that toiled in the heat of a very hot Sun

People who got little pay for the work that was done

These folks come from the south down Mexico way

Immigrants up here in the US of A

They came for the work; they needed the pay as small as it was

They work the fields day in and day out; hoping for a new future

A better life for them all

But some citizens did not care for this migration

Some people thought that there were way too many immigrants here, and they did not speak our words

These citizens made it clear that the immigrants must disappear

Now gone are most not to return, no immigrants to pick the produce that we desire

The fields now plowed under, apples hang rotten from the trees

No one to pick them, no one to pack them, gone is the workers

Now our food chain is broken!

Apples, apples everywhere waiting to be picked

Apple Pie and Crumble awaits, everyone's favourite

But where are the pickers, where have they all gone

Let's not leave the apples hanging for far too long

The pickers must be on a break

Soon they'll be back picking apples for your favourite apple bake

Let's hope they don't too long or else the apples will be going for a song

Field of red and green pretty serene I imagine a day of apple picking surrounded by a warm breeze. The sweet smell entices me. I walk along with a basket in my hand all while the sun beats down upon my skin. The feeling of it all reminds me of my childhood.

The Fate of an Apple

Freshly picked apples taste just right,

Take them home, peel them make apple pies.

With a touch of ice cream eat them while they are hot,

A lick of the lips they really hit the spot.

I watch the pickers, I even picked a few,

Canning jams and jellies, making juice too.

Nothing like hot apple sauce on a cool winter’s day,

Apples, fresh apples. You can fix them many ways.

© Cynthia Clark

The Apple

Adam and Eve ate the apple from the

forbidden tree in the Garden of Eden.

This act of disobedience became

the fall of Eden and human’s sin.

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A tasty utopia is upon you

With red delicious fruit all around

no matter how far or short you walk

They are there

There's nothing to be afraid of

Take it all in around you

Become one with the orchard

And embrace the apple apocalypse

pinot grigio

barrels of aromatic

honeysuckle notes

that climb dry palettes

refreshing in the gala

of springtime, bobbing

autumn harvested

holiday pies a la mode

with old granny smith

I am trying