20 pounds for ten bucks
Granny Smiths from Keremeos
Perfect crisp green apples
Far too many for us
The rest stayed in their plastic bag
Inside our sturdy old cooler
Out on the deck, Nature’s fridge
Twelve steps up from the earth
Two batches of baked applesauce
Peeled, chunked, drizzled with honey
Dabbed with butter
Into the freezer for later
Handy stairs for the Bear
Who shoved the cooler down them
While we slept, weary to our bones
The plastic bag neatly left for me
Under the maple tree
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