Flying Apples

I saw an old man with tired eyes lean over a fence and throw apples at the boys skateboarding along the side walk thought he was angry looked like he was mad seemed upsetting was sort of sad but the boys on the skateboards caught each one then munched on their apples as they bobbed on next thing I knew an apple flew my way caught it shined it tasted sweet talked to the old man his name was Pete with his Irish accent and sported black shiny boots and a green tam Pete told his story about the apple ambushing they take me back he said to my childhood days when I could play and be merry they help me forget what war took away brothers young and some just married I planted an apple tree for the love of my life