Apples'n Picnics
I went along a winding way
On such a splendid summer day
I had a basket on my arm
with pies and puddings, cold and warm
At last I came to a perfect spot
the grass was green, the sun was hot
But best of all the things to see
was a wonderful old apple tree
Those apples were so good to eat
so crisp and tender, rich and sweet
I wont forget that apple tree
and hope it fondly thinks of me!
This is the poem Zara wrote in ten minutes for the annual hobbit picnic.
