I’ve been writing a book of kid’s poetry. This one is about me and my dog, Shasta. She was a good dog who loved to share my apples.

Sharing my apple with Shasta

In my backyard
grows an apple tree.
It’s like God planted
it there for me.

Its curvy branches
are perfect for sittin’.
Its rotten apples
the best for hittin’.

The apples it grows
can fill a whole cart.
They’re big ‘n juicy.
They’re green and tart.

I take a bite
and feed it to Shasta.
I eat slower
and she eats faster.

So in cooler weather
my apple tree
will have more apples
for Shasta and me.