ANNIE'S APPLE TREE
Long ago behind Annie's childhood house,
Stood her favorite apple tree,
The apples were small and quite tasty,
And just as sweet as they could be.
No other tree mattered to Annie,
Quite like that old apple tree did,
Her Mom would say, don't eat too many,
You'll get a tummy ache and she usually did.
She'd go climbing up into that old tree,
Settling in on her favorite limb.
A book in one hand, an apple in the other,
She'd start laughing as the limb began to bend.
That precious old apple tree,
Finally began to show its age.
It's limbs were now battered and worn,
But was still beautiful Annie would say.
Then one fateful summer day,
A big storm blew into town,
And the wind took Annie's favorite apple tree,
And just blew it onto the ground.
Many years have come and gone now,
Since the old apple tree blew down.
But for Annie it's memory still lingers on,
There's no other tree like it around.
When we go back to the old homeplace,
You can still hear Annie say.
That's where my favorite tree once stood,
Then she'd sadly look away.
The memories of those fun filled days,
Have scattered much like the wind.
But Annie will always remember the taste,
Of those sweet apples, and sharing them with friends.
© Phyllis A. Douglas
February 28, 2006
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