| Butler Pennsylvania 23
Apple Tree One day while passing hurriedly on Cliff Street where the orchard was I caught sight of an apple tree in red streaks, running, when suddenly it stopped, the right foot stretched out for the earth in front the other high behind, with one arm thrust forward the other cocked chest high— swiftness caught in flight at the moment of victory in dappled red and green dashing across the finish line, while runners pursuing him stood there awed, gaping, motionless like trees. |