Apples
Debbie Penington
August 7, 2012
Debbie Penington
August 7, 2012
What's round of face with red-ish bloom
Sporting top-ish leaf-ish plume
Sweet of taste with tart-ish tones
Sweet of taste with tart-ish tones
to satisfy my growl-ish moans!
;)
Blessings, Debbie
A smallish sphere of red or green
ReplyDeleteWith bits of yellows in between
A crunch
A pop
A splash of juice
I think it's apples that you mean.
Talented!
ReplyDeleteDeanna
Sweet!
ReplyDeleteI love my apples this time of year! Do you visit an apple farm, Debbie?
That's really cute, Deb! :)
ReplyDeleteHey - you collect rolling pins, I guess!!
ReplyDeleteLovely apples Debbie:)
ReplyDeleteI love your poems! I think this is my favorite, as I have a deep, animal love of apples!
ReplyDeleteLove your cute poem. Nice apples. JB
ReplyDeleteso creative girl..and I am wanting to find apples...we don't have many around here..enjoy
ReplyDeleteApples are such lovely things - can't eat them raw but love them just the same.
ReplyDeleteCute! I made apple streudel muffins Sat. The house smelled sooo good! What is your favorite apple? I like Fuji and Gala.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you are back, Debbie! I would keep checking in from time to time while you were "away".
ReplyDeleteYour girls are lovely.
Wishing you a successful school year. It does take sheer determination at times, and understanding friends.
Nothing like fresh picked apples...those look delicious!
ReplyDeleteI steal the apples from next door. Not really steal them, because I've been invited. But still, I am hunting on land not of my own, and feel like a small animal, foraging. The apples aren't cared for - and so are riddled with tunnels and pocked with bites of - what, I wonder? Most go to the horses. But once in a while there is one that is fit to eat - and right away. So i know the answer to your riddle well.
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