Ripe For the Picking

In the infancy of spring,
An apple orchard raid.
The trees are bearing blossoms,
Teeming with fruit;
Some ripe ones on the ground.
The gang, excited and well-prepared.
Jimmy is up one tree 
Shaking the branches 
As apples fall every which way.
Apples here, apples there,
Apples everywhere!
His friends get busy picking them up.
There's more than enough 
To fill up all the buckets and bowls
"Jimmy, try one, they taste so good!,"
Exclaimed one of the pickers.
"Not now, they must be washed first!,"
Replies Jimmy.
They go tree to tree 
Plucking low hanging apples.
Oh, the varieties! The varieties! 
Granny Smiths,
Twenty Ounces,
Rubyfrosts, 
Yorks,
Galas, 
Golden Delicious.... 
Yummy looking apples! 
Lots and lots of collected apples 
To be enjoyed!

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