McMurray Farms
In the orchard, aimlessly wandering throughout
Endless rows of Golden Delicious, McIntosh, and Roman,
The children stumbled, mouths full of the Forbidden,
The apple hunks; Juice and drool dripping, dribbling
Down their chins, sliding down their Pillsbury necks.
Sticky hands clutching their precious, plastic bags,
Treasures spilling, escaping to the ground,
As they stare, glossy-eyed, intently focused
Upward –
Towards the Unreachable, sweetest fruit.
