Watch as migratory orioles dive to plunder. <br />The sound of ancient wisdom thunders. <br />Across the valley, cloudy shadows are cast. <br />The rippened apples are ready at AltaPass. <br /> <br />Children run and latch to youthful joys. <br />Climbing old tree's as if they were toy's. <br />Freshest of fruit, straight from the heart. <br />Some are not ready and may seem tart <br /> <br />This ground is old, this ground is perfect. <br />Seldom seen or viewed from the surface. <br />The roots of nature hold strong and true. <br />Out of a hundred, only fifty grew. <br /> <br />When the sun reaches high, long drawn days. <br />Spend the afternoon dancing in golden rays. <br />As the sun takes hold and your thirst is like torture. <br />Grab a few apples at The AltaPass Orchard.<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-altapass-orchard/
