Sandra Haight Poet Acrostic

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Written August 18, 2016
 

Orchard Fantasy

Only organic fruits will do...
Rely on nature through and through.
Going to an orchard nearby
And pick our apples 'neath dark sky...
No one around on us to spy.
Into the night we're off to pick...
Cannot be seen, that is our trick.

Forgetting that, of course, these days
Real orchards have guarded ways.
Unless we want to be attacked...
Inside, those watchdogs will react!
The best- come by on the next day...
So sad...for apples, we must pay.

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Connie Marcum Wong August 19, 2016 at 4:18 AM There are so many that are ripe and just fall off the tree...such a waste. I remember eating grapes off the vine when real young. They never had anyone watching. We never left a mess, never got caught! I enjoyed your poem!; ) Sandra Haight August 21, 2016 at 7:09 PM Thank you, Connie, for your visit and nice comments about this poem. Unfortunately, Julia ended the contest for lack of participation! :( Hugs, Sandra

Sara Chansarkar August 18, 2016 at 3:45 PM Haha, the last ine is so funny Sandra!Lovely acrostic here! Sandra Haight August 19, 2016 at 3:17 PM Glad it made you smile a bit, Sara. Thank you for your visit and nice comment. Hugs, Sandra

Daniel Turner August 18, 2016 at 9:37 AM This reminds me of when I was a kid and we used to pick apples off of my grandmother's neighbor's tree. Big green ones, not those little crab apples, those Granny Smith apples. Fun stuff Mrs Sandra. I enjoyed this write. Thanks for the pleasant memories. Great acrostic! Sandra Haight August 19, 2016 at 3:16 PM Yes, most people from our generation that lived close to the country had apple-picking experiences. Thank you for your nice comment! Sandra