For Cindy

In memory of Cynthia Lloyd of Hightower, who passed way 8/1994.

FOR CINDY

An apple falls from the tree

It's an act of gravity

Its weight becomes more

Than the slender stem can hold

It was bold, bright, red and glorious

We had watched it bud, flower and ripen

It so added to the glory of the tree

That sometimes we never saw it

In its own entirety

But simply as part of the tree

And every time we passed the tree

We thought of all the things

That apples can be. And that tree

Was part of the backdrop of our summer

The green sweet smelling earth

Flying flags, bright play, joyful noises

And one day, we fold our tent to put away

And see the apple on the ground

But it was enough for me

That the apple was on the tree.

Lady Sarah Jeanne Winterton Croft AS XXVIII August 27,1994