I hear many teachers instruct students on bus behavior. One teacher made a comment I especially liked. Sit back and enjoy the ride. Here's a poem that does just that.
We took a long walk; my brother and I,
Through the orchard where apples red
Dangled like rubies from branches of gold.
Waiting to be plucked and eaten instead.
We bit into an apple; it was ripe as sunshine
And sweet as rain dripping down our fingers.
We stayed in the orchard grove for a while,
My brother and I, a memory that still lingers.
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