Apple Tree

Can you remember a time, maybe 10 years ago, when we were young

On the farm, it was summertime

One hundred and five degrees

We sat in the shade next to a great pool of water

Up in the.... Apple Tree

Shared secrets, lopsided picnics, trips to the pond.

Everything somehow drove us back to the tree where it begun

Oh, we ran through the field, maybe fed the pigs, never ate the nasty preserved tomatoes

Blisters and fire ant bites coated our feet;

popped as we climbed the trunk

To pick that perfect ripe apple

A gorgeous red; a crunch when you popped it in your mouth

Lazily falling asleep in the branches.....

do you remember all those good times of that summer? How every night we somehow found our way into the pond. Butt-naked; 8 years old not caring at all

Somehow finding our way into the tree

giggling and laughing til we cried.

I think that tree still says 'Bffs forever'

I bet our folks still don't know it's there.

But I remember and it won't leave my mind

I hope it sticks in yours

like the apple seeds in our teeth

old times, oh the good times....

never forgotten

never changed

pure and sweet

in the apple tree.