The smells of the fall season are filling the air,

And the backyard apple tree has apples to share.

Little Pup would sit under the trees cooling shade,

To take a break from the backyard games he had played.

Some days the noon sun would be very bright and warm,

But sitting under the tree kept him cool and calm.

Little Brushwood sat still in the soft gentle breeze,

And then simply laid down and fell asleep with ease.

Mom looked from the window at Pup sleeping outside,

And with a grin said “I just cannot stay inside.”

She watched Pup sleep, while drinking cocoa from her cup,

Knowing apple picking waits for pup to wake up.