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In the lonesome woods near Sunapee
I spied the perfect apple tree.
With ancient trunk, yet in its prime,
A thing of beauty, its form sublime.
As I approached and looked around,
I saw most apples on the ground.
Alas, I had arrived too late.
The deer had sealed each apple’s fate.
And yet I saw as if by chance
One lone fruit high on a branch.
With some effort and to my surprise
I finally claimed that lonesome prize.
An apple so crisp and tart
I knew right from the very start
It would make the perfect pie
Convinced so much I knew that I
Had every good and hopeful reason
To return here next year’s harvest season
When fruit was ripe and in its prime
At next year’s apple picking time.
So, I’ll count the days as they go by
Until I bake that perfect pie.
But I’ll have to wait here patiently
As I know my tree will wait for me.
It’s my plan to visit often
Watch green leaves grow and flowers blossom.
I hope the tree will let me know
When it’s time for me to reap, not sow
Each apple I will wisely choose
Pick more, not less, to gain, not lose.
And when I’m done I shall retreat 
And leave the rest for deer to eat
Fresh pies already on my mind
I turned and left my tree behind
Yearning to when I next will see
My very favorite apple tree.

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