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A chapter in the book, "Highlights of Home."
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Walk straight through the gate and across the grass;
you can't miss it. Surely, top in its class.
Step up! Step up! and there you'll be,
smack-dab under our apple tree.
The lovely shade on the grass beneath, a
step-up in comfort to you will bequeath.
It’s just right for climbing; it’s not too tall.
The brown sturdy limbs will catch any fall.
It’s old! It’s old! The rings inside
fill up a space near three feet wide.
It stands sentinel near the cobblestone,
its old bark tired; the children now grown.
Green apples grew to fantastic sizes.
The kind that, at fairs, win lots of prizes.
Alas! Alas! Our greatest loss
is Mom's delicious applesauce.
Next spring, dainty blossoms will grace each limb;
alas, we’ll be gone, but mem’ries won’t dim.
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