STOLEN APPLES
By
Ray Rasmussen
IT'S PITCH BLACK
AND, I'M A BOY AGAIN
CLIMBING THE FENCE
DROPPING INTO THE DARK YARD
TO STEAL THE SMALL RED APPLES
WHEN IT WAS MY YARD
NOT SO LONG AGO,
WHEN MY FATHER LAST VISITED,
HE AND I TOGETHER,
PLANTED THE APPLE TREE.
IT'S THERE STILL,
IN SOMEONE ELSE'S YARD,
WE SOLD THE HOUSE,
BUT NOT MY HEART.
NOT MY FATHER'S APPLE TREE
By Ray Rasmussen