I'm up to my eyes in apples, <br />Lizard like upon the trunk; <br />Heavy branches to be shaken, <br />Fishing for the furthest fruit: <br />Ripened red and yellow faces <br />High on top beneath the sun. <br /> <br />I'm in a ball filled bouncer <br />But I'm careful not to fall- <br />Just now I ducked my head <br />From flying fruit going down <br />To hop like heavy hailstones <br />In a shower upon the ground.<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-apples/
