Century Farm Apple Orchard

 

Century Farm Apple Orchard

 

On the undulating grassy hills of the now defunct apple orchard

 a Bay, a Palomino and a dark black Stallion trotted out to greet me,

 as I stood on the bottom railing of the long white fence embracing the landscape.

 The secret to loyalty, but not love, is treats and open-handed bribery

 of sugar cubes, carrots and apples.

 I seduced their attention, never their affection

 and so eventually I rode the Bay.

 I felt I had conquered the world. 

Together, we explored other fields, my German Sheppard trotting at our side.

I pretended to lasso the Holsteins in pastures near-by,

I rode until sunset then dreamt of my rides till summer finally died,

the last apple had dropped to the ground.