The Magic Of Apple Pie Poem by Rhonda Baker

Out to the orchard among all the fruit trees
The air heavy with the scent, carried on a breeze
Filling our shirts with apples, enough to make some pies
Taking in this autumn scene, through hazel colored eyes
Now home to prepare the apples, mixing them with sugar and spice
Putting on the upper crust, boy, they sure look nice!
Now in the oven, the aroma fills my home
Drawing in my family, like bees to a honeycomb



9/29/09