Ponies Write Poems

by KenDoStudios

Applejack

Apples, oh how I love ye,
With yer sweet taste, and crunch so fine.
Y'all are a symbol of my home,
And a part of my heart, that'll never roam.

Y'all grow on my family's farm,
And bring us joy, with your charms.
We pick y'all with care and love,
And share y'all with all those above.

Y'all can be baked, and made into pie,
Or eaten fresh, as the day goes by.
Y'all are versatile, and oh so tasty,
A true delight, that's never too hasty.

So here's to y'all, dear apples, my friends,
May y'all continue to grow, and make amends.
Y'all are a symbol of my home and heart,
Apples, I love ye, from the very start.