I watched the last apple

I watched the last apple
On our apple tree
It stood there green and resolute
In the midst of the desolate
All December
They had been pushed
And pushed

And just now it gave up the ghost

And fell.

Categorized as Poems

By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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