The Orchard

One of the most amazing places I’ve seen
The apples red, pears yellow, and trees still fairly green
The mushy ground
The rocky roads
The air brisk and clean
Yet still chillingly cold
A bittersweet taste of growth
The sound of apples dropping everywhere
An angelic reassurance if how we got there
The smell of the stale school bus as I turn to leave
I turn and take one last look at the orchard and make a memory





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