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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 internationally in speculative and mainstream publications for adults and young adults. She is the author of a poetry collection for teens, Aliens, Magic, and Monsters. Lauren lives in Texas and enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for U.S. 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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