Promptly poetry entries |
Apples Ripe for the picking, For preserving, eating, enjoying. Fresh pressed cider awaits. Apple sauce, apple butter, Baked apple crisp. Added to oatmeal for a sweet treat; You cannot go wrong with apples. Fall is the time of harvest, So many types of apples - Sweet to tart; it's hard to decide Which apple I like the best. prompt ▶︎ ![]() |