The Other Side


So green - almost made my eyes hurt
Dozens of apple trees were scattered across
the rollng hills of the orchard.
The smell - fresh and sweet
From the plump red fruit.
Filled with a secure and free feeling,
I thought back to Grandma's house
Where the aroma from freshly baked apple pie always lingered.
I hopped the fence and wandered slowly about,
Taking in the serenity of this place.
Sweet air made me feel drowzy - in a daze.
I climbed a large tree and reclined against a thick branch.
Reaching up, I picked the perfect apple.
Studied it and took a bite while looking back
At the reality of the other side.


T. Willsie -- 1990


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