ROSY APPLE

Dedicated to a rosy apple.

I saw a rosy apple

High up a lovely tree

I strained so hard to grab her

But she cleverly eluded me

I got myself a ladder

And gave it another try

But the rosy apple 

Hid from me no matter

How hard I tried

Finally in frustration

I gave the tree a 

Mighty shake 

And down fell the 

Rosy apple for me 

To happily take

I caught her in my 

Out stretched hand and

Grabbed her oh so tight

And softly kissed her rosy skin

Then took her home that night

Reviews

[Walk away slow poet]

This has such a longing in it, but so well written. I enjoyed this

[Priscilla Sayers]

I like this. It is sweet and tender. Love the use of metaphor.

[roarke]

lonely?
just be thankful it wasn't a bunch of succulent grapes....
Are you sure Bob Dylan got started this way? lol