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