My Poem

The Family and The Apple Trees
By Alex Daverede

The cellar door swung freely on freshly oiled hinges

It's shadow swinging and shifting in the breeze

While the apple trees stand tall in the field

A car grinds to a halt on the harsh gravel way

Its engine sputtering and rust screeching

The apple trees soon find themselves under attack from small hands

Reaching up for filling fresh fruit grabbing at branches

The red apples like beacons through the foliage falling from the assault

They sit with there bounty in there wreckage under the shade eating there fill

While the father shuts the cellar door gently relishing the breeze blowing through the field

Knowing all is well here under the clear blue sky with his family

The youngest child shyly offers her father an apple

The ripest she found, he accepts the apple and pats her head

The mother walks in the tiny home and starts to tidy up

The children run and play while the parents cook and clean

They try to climb the apple tree to search for more treasure to share

Seeing no ruby red only emerald green they admit defeat

And seeing the sun sinking slowly trudge toward there home

techniques: Euphony, Cacophony, Sibilance, Onomatopoeia