Written in October when we go to the
mointain orchards for apples;-)

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Apple picking time is here
My favorite season of the year
Time to visit the Apple farm
Where beauties turn on the charm

Walking by bushels of every kind
A Gravenstein grabbed my mind
It told me a strange apple tale
Of some refusing to become a meal

There were also many other things
That really pulled at my hearstrings
It said Grannie Smith wouldn't be pies

That really bought tears to my eyes
Said that Golden and Red Delicious
Were tired of being billed as nutricious

Macintosh was angry with Jonathan
Pink Lady wanted to marry Braeburn
I had to tell Gravenstein to stop sharing

The applesauce apple had my head spinning
After a minute it continued to relate
How the apples were planning to retaliate

Said that they wouldn't give any more juice
No more apple butter, caramel apples, no excuse
Gala and Roma, were jealous of Fuji and winesap
 
All were beginning to feel they were in a trap
Suddenly there was a burst of music in my ear
I awoke to the morning sun bright and clear
That it had all been a dream was hard to believe

So happy I could go to the orchard I was  relieved I
couldn't wait to have my first slice of mile high pie
Thoughts of  those other apple goodies made me high!

etw~