Big macintosh's work
His hoofs beat against the hard wooden tree,
Causing apples to plummet into the woven grass baskets,
The sweat on his body dripping to the ground,
Creating a small splash as it hits the earth…
~bearie
Note from bearie: hey stilltaking poem requests please send me a pm or review of what poem you want done. This was a poem request for Ryder MlP.