Apple Seed

Poem By jim foulk

Spring is here
love it so dear.
Being an apple seed,
and doing my good deed.

Keeping the doctor away,
for many years this tree will stay.
Just waiting for picking time
and watching workers as they climb.

Seed to apple so sweet
working so hard what a feat.
Apple cider to apple pie,
selling apples for people to buy.

Being an apple seed
and doing my good deed.
Being picked off this tree
from this place I will flee.

wrote 4-30-07

Comments about Apple Seed

Johnny-on-the-spot, Jim......most enjoyable.....good health to you! ! Love, D.


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