The picked red apples, dazzled by the golden sun, glistened
Where they were held beside an old barn in their, wooden bins.
At Christmas red and green orchard colors often are worn.
From simple apples some pure delights of autumn are born.
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This really does express your true love for apples. They are great, we have quite a few up in the mountains, but few are grown in the Concord area. Thanks for a beautiful poem. Lynn