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Bike basket empty
racing down country roads
hair flying, lungs gasping
cider-scented air.
Orchard sprawling
across a hillside –
red apples shining
between green leaves
beneath an arch
of autumn blue.
Arms reaching,
s t r e t c h i n g,
fingertips grasping –
one more,
just one more.
Bike basket brimming,
barely balanced.
Slowly pedaling back
with treasures:
a brown paper bag
full of apples,
and sweet memories.
This poem first appeared in Songs of Eretz on August 22, 2016 in a slightly different form.
Used here with permission.
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Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, family, nature, science, and membership in the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA). Nominated for various awards, her work has appeared or is forthcoming in dozens of speculative, nature, and children's publications. Lauren lives in Texas, where she enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for troops.
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Jancan:
Very lovely, appealing piece
Posted 10/18/2019 07:51 PM
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tiddles:
"lungs filled with cider-scented air" was enough to stop me mid-poem. What a wonderful sensory image. Thanks!
Marilyn Zelke Windau
Posted 10/15/2019 09:03 PM
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Lori Levy:
Love that "cider-scented air."
Posted 10/15/2019 06:11 PM
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Michael:
A true work of nostalgia for me Lauren. Congratulations on an accomplished poem.
Posted 10/15/2019 12:48 PM
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Cathy’s Sister:
Loved this poem!
Posted 10/15/2019 09:09 AM
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