Here is an original poem for Fall, inspired by my neighbor’s love of apples —

APPLES

Do you like apples?

Johnny Appleseed came to me in a dream

and told me to plant apple trees.

(Not really, but it makes more sense this way.)

So I planted three apple trees

in my yard.

Now they are mature

and producing bushels of apples.

And I’ve realized I don’t like apples that much.

So I started giving them to friends.

First they were appreciative.

“We will take all you have. Thank you!”

Then everywhere I went people would feed me apple crisp.

Now they avoid me.

Do you like apples?