Apples After Practice

When our cross country practice
Had come to an end
And our six mile run
Was behind us.
We’d walk it in for the final
Block or so to cool down

Along the way there stood
A huge apple tree that sagged
From the weight of the plum and ripe fruit
We’d all grab an apple
Or three, four or five
And quench our hunger and thirst

​We’d even bring back some
For the girls finishing up
Practice on the basketball court
We’d bribe them into
Liking us by impressing
Them as gatherers