Apple-Picking

 

Come wander through the orchard

The blossoms are in bloom

So pretty yet so fleeting

Their beauty gone too soon

 

Have patience ‘til the autumn

When the fruits are fully ripe

Heavy branches laden

With apples of every type

 

Don’t stretch for the shiniest

Gleaming up on high

Their bright sheen is deceptive

And they will not satisfy

 

Don’t settle for the easiest

Dropped upon the ground

Their texture is unpleasant

There are better to be found

 

The best are always within reach

Ready to be picked

One there will take your fancy

Perfectly imperfect

 

A subtle dose of sweetness

And the right amount of bite

Let me be the apple

To fulfil your appetite.

 

Emma H, age 26, 26/07/2017