Apple Pickin Time

Apple Pickin Time The air is cool Wind is swift smell makes me drool of apple crisp. The trees are heavy full of ripe fruit or apple betty warm and good Apple pies everywhere cooling on sills up high wafting aroma in the air other smells need not apply Cider flowing in my cup fresh from nearby mills just one way is not enough heating chases chills Eating apples out of hand A true joy sublime Macintosh and Cortland It's apple pickin time. This time of year beckons to all near and far our culinary weapons Apples are the star So not to be forgotten with heavy heart sublime Ignorance is not an option It's apple pickin time