Standing underneath the branches As I watched my brother climb, He would shake the tree with vigor; It was apple-picking time. We'd stuff apples in our shirt tails, Carrying all that we could bear, Knowing Mom would make some dumplings If we just could get them there. Apple fritters, apple turnovers, Apple pies -- mom… Continue reading Apple Tree
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Catch the Baby
"Catch the baby!" my brother would yell As he tossed me to the other. I thought the strongest men on earth Were my three strapping brothers. I'd sail through the air without any fear, No thought of falling at all. They'd stand in a triangle tossing me Not once ever letting me fall. I trusted… Continue reading Catch the Baby
Who is Gloria?
The year my sister started school, I thought my heart would break. At first, I moped around all day, Then a new friend I did make. She would always come to play with me Right after the bus had run. She told me her name was Gloria And she was a lot of fun. I… Continue reading Who is Gloria?
Fishin’
My brothers spent their summers fishin' And always wanted me to go. I would've fished with them all summer If I didn't hate worms so. But their pleading finally swayed me, So we drove to their favorite spot, Slid down the bank and climbed over rocks To the shade, where it wasn't so hot. I… Continue reading Fishin’
Under the Table
Mom had a cherry dinette set And the table was drop-leaved. I spent hours with my sister there, Hiding to play make-believe. Under the table, no one could see What we colored or know what we dreamed; Or that all those hours under there We weren't as good as we seemed. Under the table, mom… Continue reading Under the Table