An apple falls slowly down, <br />Hitting the ground with a plop. <br />It joins others down there, <br />Waiting for more to drop. <br /> <br />Sun is rising over the orchard, <br />Apples, red as a flare. <br />Yellow jackets fly to them, <br />Buzzing sounds filling the air. <br /> <br />A tractor forever mired in weeds, <br />Rusty and leaning in a brook. <br />John ‘ eer can be made out <br />On faded green paint if you look. <br /> <br />Next to this old tractor stands, <br />A marble slab that’s worn and gray. <br />Upon it is engraved a name, <br />The tractor’s owner beneath the clay.<br /><br />John Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apple-orchard/
