Newtown Pippins!

Today’s the day I’ve dreamed of

For at least a dozen years

I found some Newtown Pippins

At the farmer’s market here!

It’s my favorite kind of apple

And they’re really hard to find

I tried one in Seattle

And it almost blew my mind

It’s tart like apple cider

And it’s just a little sweet

And even old George Washington

Grew orchards of this treat

But since I had that first one

I’ve been looking for some more

But as a heirloom apple

They’re not sold in any store

I even tried to grow one

In our little backyard here

I bought the tree and planted it

It didn’t last a year

So this morning when I found them

Well, it really made my day

And so I think I’ll end this poem

And eat one right away