An orchard-inspired recitation

As Charlie led all of us on a romp through the apple orchard at Excelsior Farms today, I was thinking that apples and orchards must have inspired a lot of poetry over the annals of time. Something about the sunshine, the brilliant colors and, of course, the crispness of a ripe red apple--combine to make you feel so carefree and happy. Googled and aha! This one made me laugh out loud and seemed fitting since Great Grandma B cautioned Charlie not to eat the ones on the ground until she checked them first!

The cow in apple time --Robert Frost

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten.
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.