strolling through the orchard
the vast blue sky is above me
the smells of fall are in the air
Pluck an apple right off the tree
it beckons to you to bite it
but you must resist the temptation
Through the fields we romp
feel so free
all the stress i've felt lately
is gone
at least for the moment
Oh the joys of fall
that apple picking brings
Author notes
today i went apple picking and doing so inspired this poem. it is not one of my best but at least my writer''s block is gone.
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