Q; Open brief, you have 400 words on the subject of your favorite food, Good luck.
Oh Apple Pie
Just a child I was, but the memory stayed long after
Like those long summer day full of laughter
Nanny’s homemade apple pie, with ice-cream too
Many years ago when birds flew and the sky was blue
I tell you it’s true that’s how our world once was
Very few environmental laws until the disaster
No more the world’s master, the storm was faster
Ocean currents now changed our climate rearranged
Warmth exchanged for cold and ice that was the price.
The sky is now white with icy blight; life has to fight for its own right
Nature has taken back her gifts, power she shifts
Southward mankind drifts to where trees still grow
My hope from the snow I bring to sow one lonely apple seed.