One day in 1994
I ate an apple to the core.
I took a pip and planted it
And Nature did its thing with it.
I think it was when he was four
My nephew was my visitor.
He grasped the tree in one small mitt
And gurglingly uprooted it.
Each year since then, it’s struggled through
With stubborn perseverance grew;
This year, it is the very first
It hasn’t looked its very worst.