THE ORCHARD

¨My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

Toward heaven still, there's a barrel I didn't fill.

Beside it, there may be two or three

Apples I didn't pick upon [ the ground].¨

The smell of apples filled the air

A heavenly aroma picked up by my nose

Upon this tree which I chose.

I plucked the fruit from the tree, to my amaze I see.

The apples glistened in the morning sun

Like a diamond shining in my hand.

As my teeth bit down on the smooth silky skin

A satisfying crunch gave me chills, moving down my spine, 

This juicy apple was all mine.

I licked my lips as juice crawled down my face

Like raindrops on a window

I filled my basket with apples, so many it began to overflow.

The sound of chatter filled the orchard

as families gathered around the trees.