Hi everyone! Thanks for coming to the Poetry Friday party today! I'm so glad you stopped by. Last week, Mary Lee Hahn reminded us of the August Poetry Peeps challenge : We’re writing after the style of Jane Yolen’s eight line, rhyming poem, “What the Bear Knows,” a poem written in honor of her 400th book , Bear Outside . Our topic is What the ____ Knows . I love Jane Yolen's work and was excited to take on this challenge. We love to hike, and one of our favorite things to do when hiking is to look and listen for marmots. They are abundant in the Swiss Alps, and we have spent many a peaceful hour watching them, as other impatient hikers pass us by, unaware that silence and patience will be rewarded with glimpses like this: I'm looking forward to reading the other Poetry Peeps responses, as well as all of your poetic goodness. Thanks for joining the party! You can add your links here. Click here to enter
yum! Enjoy. Apple picking is one of my favorite memories of spending time with my kids.
ReplyDeleteI love that first line especially, as it makes me picture September picking up a ladder and heading to the orchard!
ReplyDeleteThanks Laura! That was exactly the image/idea in my head when I took this picture.
DeleteBring on the apple crisp, apple sauce, and cider!
ReplyDeleteI have apples in the kitchen right now, waiting to be baked into an apple pie! Thanks for stopping by, Mary Lee.
DeleteI just made an apple pie this morning, though I have no tree with a ladder like your lovely picture & poem, I did get the apples from a local farmer's market. I bet they would love your poem, too!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda! We're lucky to have this orchard nearby, and we can buy the apples directly from the farmer. The best apple I have ever eaten in my life came from this orchard.
DeleteThe opening line of your poem works it magic drawing the reader in Elisabeth. An end of summer ritual begins... I cooked apple and rhubarb last week, so I am in the zone of your apple harvest.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds delicious! Two of my favorite fruits together. Thanks for your comments, Alan.
DeleteI love experiencing fall vicariously through people's fall poems! Thanks for yours!
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome, Ruth.
DeleteFall is the time for living 'appely' ever after! Yum! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is! Especially here. It is the taste of fall for me.
DeleteYes! One of my favorite times of the year. And of course we'd need a ladder if we want to get all the apples. That scaffold speaks on a meta level, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susan!
DeleteI love the image of September bringing the ladder. Apple picking time ... sigh. One of my favorite times of the year.
ReplyDeleteI love marking the passing of seasons by what's happening in the orchard. Thanks for stopping by, Karen!
DeleteI like the idea that the ladder also has "branches heavy laden"! Is that really your apple tree? Lucky duck!
ReplyDeleteNot ours, but the farm is just a few minutes' walk away. We walk through this orchard on a public footpath countless times throughout the year on our way to the forest, and we're able to buy potatoes and apples from the farmer. The potatoes and apples are in the barn, and you just go in, weigh them, and put the money in the slot in a tree trunk. One of the joys of living in a small, farming community.
DeleteYes, what a sign of autumn. I spent some years in western Michigan when my children were young, so we have some nice memories of apple picking in the fall.
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