crab apple tree

October 6, 2011
By chandra wilson BRONZE, Oak Park, Michigan
chandra wilson BRONZE, Oak Park, Michigan
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Wet leaves from a crab apple tree
Silky like satin
Deep green
The type of green that is only seen
In the country side of California

Fresh water from the sky
Slip off the leaves of the crab apple tree
Into a puddle followed by
Small to large to nothing ripples
In those ripples of the puddle
Is the reflection of the crab apple tree

Bright- deep red in circular shape
Tiny red apples that would trick a blind man
So small that you would think berries
Funny because I thought that too
But on contraire

They are ripe red tiny crab apples

The author's comments:
this was detail poem for my class

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