Apple poem

(I had a discussion with novelist Elizabeth Crook, who informed me that “tump” is one of those Texas words I thought everyone knew, as in, “My boat tumped over.” If you don’t know the word, you should. Everyone needs strong one-syllable words. Like this one.)


Found a “Tump Me” sign on my apple cart.

I didn’t put it there. Not sure

who did, unless it was the apple cart,

no longer willing to carry apples.


The sign lay sideways on the ground along with the tumped

apples all over the street,

where hungry children grabbed them.

Ate the evidence.


I grabbed the handles. Righted the traitor cart.

It can’t run, only tump.

And the trees are



  1. Wonderful poem, Megan! And I thought tump was a perfectly good word, too.

  2. Not sure I’ve ever heard the word ‘tump’; ‘everfull’ trees…that’s a beautiful word.
    (No everfull trees here in this neck of the woods–the wind and rain are ripping through, doing their November thing.)

  3. John Willome says

    I like them apples.

  4. Never heard of tump till today.
    Texas-ism I guess.
    I’ve got a new one-syllable word to trot out whenever I get to Texas.

  5. I’ve never heard tump, either. See how you expand my vocabulary? Now I’m trying to come up with a similar thing in Appalachian speak. I missed you this weekend. Love you so much. Happy Thanksgiving. Grateful for you.