Appleseed, Johnny

“I still wanna make narratives, I still wanna figure out my Johnny Appleseed story in a better way,” he says.

"It's Johnny Appleseed," a man at my side told me, as if the name explained anything he might do.

When Johnny Appleseed finished reading the leaves he put them back in his bag, and took his kettle to the well for water.

Some boys, awake with the bigness of the occasion, sat down near Johnny Appleseed, and gave him their frank attention.

When everybody but ourselves had left the starlit open place, Johnny Appleseed lay down and stretched his heels to the blaze.

These Johnny Appleseed reverently loosened, bringing forth a small book with wooden covers fastened by a padlock.