apple harvest poem 

one fall during the great depression
the apple orchard was overloaded
every tree groaned under its burden
family, help ate apples applesauce apple
pie apple brown betty still too many
apples grampa took a large wagon we kids
spent hours pitching in apples till the van
was almost full then grampa hitched it up
drove it into town parked it in a section
of needy folk unhitched the horses drove
back to the farm he returned the next day
we kids rode along again found a bare van
nobody pointed out this was an example
of sharing we learned sharing in our bones

2022 Jacqueline Jackson