Winter Memories
When the winter blows in from the northwest
and there is nary a cloud in the sky.
It is just the right time, the very best;
for a slice of Moms hot Apple Pie.
You know the one with the thin struddle crust,
stuffed with brown sugar and Macintosh apples.
We'd fill up our bellies til we'd nearly bust.
How we'd eat so much I'm truly baffled.
Moms apple pie, always a treat
with a scoop of ice cream on the side.
All mixed together, a taste O' so sweet.
The pleasure just can't be denied.
My how I miss those cool winter days.
The air scented with apples and spice.
The very thought makes me hungry and it's only May.
I guess a Hot Dog will have to suffice!
The Applethoughtrotten
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