I remember Grandad’s orchard
with apples, pears, and plums
and near his hillside orchard
Gran’s pretty multi-colored mums.

Autumn would bring many colors
after a season of picking fruit
and hiking into the mountains
to dig sassafras and yellow root.

These simple mountain pleasures
were a blessing here on earth
like reading the classic poets
who crafted the written verse.

Grandad’s orchard was a special place
with many memories and good times
on a hill above the blackberry patch
and below the Virginia pines.