Friday, 03 September 2010
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POETRY | By Patricia A McGoldrick On Saturday morning In Grandma’s white car We drive for an hour to the Quebec orchard where Rows of trees with shiny green leaves Are waiting patiently for pickers and those who plunder while picking Cherry red apples are dangling Like taunting targets for eager grasping hands Within an hour of autumn sun We have heaping bushels and brimming baskets bursting with Late Macs and early Northern Spies Delightful Golden delicious and crunchy round russets Waiting on the wagon—but, all too soon, it is time to go back to Montreal Ladders are secured and We climb down with care along the charcoal stems of the trees while Stealthily reaching into a bulging denim pocket for that rounded morsel Before it is shipped from the orchard to be crushed for a tin of juice Or packed into the trunk for the long ride home. Suddenly, I hear a crunch; furtively, I look around— Then, I take another and another crisp crunch-- Who can resist that first bite?• Published in Voices Israel Anthology 2009, p.150. Patricia A McGoldrick writes poems, essays and reviews about history, nature. books and people. Recently, her poems have been published in Frost and Foliage, Voices Israel Anthology 2009, Sleet Magazine, Irish American Post and on other websites, including Chapter & Verse. Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society (TOPS). She lives in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada. http://pmpoetwriter.blogspot.com, http://sites.google.com/site/pmpoetwriter |
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