Oak Glen

Up above in the mountain community of Oak Glen,
there lies apple orchards,
A simple little place full of shops and harvested apples,
It is that little place where one can see the leaves change,
And feel that country atmosphere of fall.

The aroma in that little community is enticing,
The gift shops are full of crafts and stories,
Every year in fall we love to pay a visit,
To view the beauty of fall and taste
the bounty of the harvest.

Fresh pressed cider is more than abundant,
The smell of cinnamon swirls in the chilling air,
A hot cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie,
Become the centerpiece at every outdoor table.

Conversation with the locals is wonderful,
They fill everyone in listening range in on the harvest,
I have my favorites places to visit,
And my children have always enjoyed the visit.

It is the only place to sip cider,
And pick up the country spices for that Halloween treat,
I couldn't imagine a haunting night without it,
For that matter neither could my children.

In our house it has always been about traditions,
The holidays of fall are filled with them,
The crisp air and early rain have been a blessing,
One each of us will thank God for.

For the West,
it has been a very long six years,
Yet for the ones who visit Oak Glen this year,
It has been worth the wait for fall.

A Lady Forever

Gale Hernandez
© Fall 2004