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Apples Bring Hearts Home

Ekphrastic: Nature Morte Aux Pommes Painting by Alfred Sisley Red, gold apples lay Crispy, crunchy picked that day Mama's orchard farm Paring with her knife Her son brought home his new wife To show her their farm An inheritance Saw to them as excellence Kept with family Drifting through like doves Apple pie carried with love Family is home

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 3/19/2019 11:54:00 PM

I love apple pie in the summer and apple cobbler in the wintertime. Apples are so flexible. Wonderful poem.

Frankii Fame
Date: 3/5/2021 11:13:00 PM

Sorry I took so long to reply. I was entering a contest with the Art Museum putting words with art, and wished I could have posted the picture with it, but I thought it made you think of the smell of Apple pie making too! Thank you for your comment.

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/19/2019 8:56:00 AM

Lovelii, Frankii.

Frankii Fame
Date: 3/5/2021 11:14:00 PM

Sorry I took so long, but thank you kindly for the words... And the play on my name, I love it! Lol

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/19/2019 1:18:00 AM

Ah, this reminds me of "down home, apple pie, country music, love for God and the Bible, and all things great." Probably because my dream has always been to live in the country, and now I do, and could not possibly be more happy! Nice one for sure! Love it in every way!

Frankii Fame
Date: 3/5/2021 11:15:00 PM

Sorry I took so long to reply, but yes you have the essence of the poem! Thankyou for your time... At the time you did. Lol