The Apple Orchard
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A softly rustle when a westerly
touches leaves of an apple tree,
creating instant poetry
as blossom breaks free
and pollination is sealed with a kiss.
As her fruit the spring frost survives
(because a fair maiden of Boskoop she is):
Goudrenet - basic of all apple pies, thrives.
Delicious that smell and taste who blends
for veterans, returning in their home yard;
sweet gratitude for sacrifices shared fair.
An old warrior commemorates absent friends
in the cool, cool shade of the orchard
while a southern wind caresses his hair.
© 2009 2015 Petanak