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. Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.