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.
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Feb 04, 2018
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,
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