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The mountain air is heady

with the scent

of apples, ripe.



Farms fill up

with city-folk,

there to pick

the red, shining shapes.



Branches weigh down

heavily ,

their burden too much

to support.



Eager hands pull them

from their lifeline stems

taking as much as

they can transport.



Soon they'll be enjoyed

as is,

in their simple beauty

and juicy, succulent taste,

or baked within

the folds

of sweet pastries.



Then the mountain smell

of fresh apples

will permeate

the city streets.