Anderson's Harvest Festival 

On the last days of fall, Anderson’s Bar hosted the first AP Harvesting Festival. The bar staff offered up pumpkin soup, ox from the grill, fruit cakes and of course many more fall treats for the hungry locals. Of course they also offered more to drink than we all could handle from fresh brewed apple cider, beer and hot cocoa to keep us all warm on a very chilly evening. AP Times took photos at the event for those who missed it and a farewell to the autumn leaves as winter as now set in outside of Anderson's Bar. 

To top off the gathering, they also hosted a creative way to search for the Harvest King and Queen by way of a poetry writing contest. The contestants were asked to bring a poetic thought on “What Autumn Means to You” in 10 simple lines or less. ​

​The men of the town were not feeling particularly inspired so the King throne stands empty for this year. However, the competition for Queen was very spirited and after a tough decision by the panel, we all must bow down to her royal highness, Ms. Pure Crisis for the following poem: 

​Oh Autumn... how you come to me slowly, 
Your soft caresses of  cold wind  ripple over my skin.
Ohh Autumn.. how it makes me feel,
So chilly till my nipples poke through my blouse.
Ohhh Autumn ....How I love  to lay on the  pile  of leaves,
And lift my  skirt  till you  chilly  kiss  hit my clit.
Ohhhh Autumn ...How you make the leaves dance,
How they blow up my skirt ..  and stick to my  slick thighs
Oh Autumn  ... how my cheeks blush as,
I long for your bright colors to match them
Thank you Autumn for being such a man
and coming on so slow yet leaving me  so fast

​Coming in a close second is BethAnn with her poem below:
 
"Autumn is the season to try again
The leaves have given it their all
Showing true colors before they fall.
Apples have given pleasure twice,
First with blossoms now with spice.
Autumn develops from Spring desires
Into the warmth and glow of a fire.
The songs of Summer have become written letters
Delivered in the wind while dressed in sweaters.
The weather is not meant to frustrate,
Just to encourage a rest, to hibernate."

If both Pure and BethAnn have and untimely passing, Leda, will rule the city for her poem below of her feelings on the fall season:
 
The heat of summer days have past, but then at times I wish it would last.
Oh what wonders I do see, When leaves of green are such a rarity.
Reds, Yellows, and Oranges Rule, Announcing Winters kiss so cruel.
I dawn My coat and bundle up warm, to go outside and watch the land Transform.
From Fertile ground the land now rests, The leave fall around to make its nest.
The long sleep that will soon come, With winters song that the air does hum.
The beauty that sing to us from all around, if all you do is stop to hears is sound.
Cuddled up I do gently smile, As with these eyes I see beauty for Miles.
A blanket of Love to cover the Land, it looks like a death that no one will understand.
 

Harvest Queen Pure with BethAnn and Leda