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Valley
A lush bower, full
Ripe the fruit fall.
Who bends to gather them in her arms?
At the tree line
I wait,
Ready to rush in,
To scoop. The ground
Is wet, a half
Pecked apple by my foot
I kick it away,
It's hard
Against my boot.
The girl
Lingers, her harvest
Grand.
I wait.
A lush bower, full
Ripe the fruit fall.
Who bends to gather them in her arms?
At the tree line
I wait,
Ready to rush in,
To scoop. The ground
Is wet, a half
Pecked apple by my foot
I kick it away,
It's hard
Against my boot.
The girl
Lingers, her harvest
Grand.
I wait.