And often they start with glad surprise
At the rosy fruit that around them lies.
And if they inquire whence came such trees
Where not a bough once swayed in the breeze?
The reply still comes as they travel on,
"These trees were planted by Appleseed John."
(From "Appleseed John" by Maria Child.)
Grandpa stopped, and from the grass at our feet,
Picked up an apple, large, juicy, and sweet;