When on the ground red apples lie
in piles like jewels shining
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbines twining


from October's Bright Blue Sky


When on the ground red apples lie in piles like jewels shining And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbines twining

When on the ground red apples lie in piles like jewels shining And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbines twining

When on the ground red apples lie in piles like jewels shining And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbines twining

When on the ground red apples lie in piles like jewels shining And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbines twining