Apple of My I

Apple of My I

A Poem by Pete
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It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man. - Thoreau

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Smile, You're The Apple Of His Eye! | Choose Mercy

We're the apple of his eye.

Today I watered a tear.
Losing an apple of innocence from yesteryear.
Saw that the orchard was now gone.
Land sold and houses developed.
Thank God I had filed away the fruitful memories.
A piece of me picked and enveloped.
Grafted in Eden's bountiful spectacle.
Grown in God's confessional.
My own version of a harvest festival ...



© 2020 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"The era of wild apples will soon be over. I wander through old orchards of great extent, now all gone to decay, all of native fruit which for the most part went to the cider mill. But since the temperance reform and the general introduction of grafted fruit, no wild apples, such as I see everywhere in deserted pastures, and where the woods have grown up among them, are set out. I fear that he who walks over these hills a century hence will not know the pleasure of knocking off wild apples." - Thoreau

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Added on April 9, 2020
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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..

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