Smells Like Apple Cider

This day i sat beside her;

also a friendly spider;

The shade was even wider.

Except at meridian

because then it never can.

The sun always seemed to be

shining directly on me.

She was always named Alice;

but not because of malice.

Rotten apples fell on me

from a dying apple tree.

Trees keep dying all the time

just to make the verses rhyme.

Walt Abbott 7-8-2012