In the old orchard
A kid-sized haywagon, some forgotten apple trees brimming with fruit, and thou. (Fruit stains at mouth: from wild blackberries, picked before the apple. Direction of gaze: the next apple, custom-plucked by Auntie Liz.)
A kid-sized haywagon, some forgotten apple trees brimming with fruit, and thou. (Fruit stains at mouth: from wild blackberries, picked before the apple. Direction of gaze: the next apple, custom-plucked by Auntie Liz.)