Organic Fruits - Orchard Fantasy Contest
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On a hike one day, I came upon a wild orchard,
ripe with lush fruit and I thought it was a mirage;
green apples, oranges, peaches and pears,
all grew in this fantastic place;
nectarines, plums, cherries and blueberries,
invited me to l i n g e r for awhile;
calmness settled all around . . .
Fertilized by nature and unrestrained,
ripe and d r i p p i n g with sweetness;
utopia was mine as I gathered,
it would be a shame not to taste the fruit;
till I was full I ate the sweetness,
strange, I fell asleep- awoke and it was gone.
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August 15, 2016
Acrostic
Submitted to the contest, Orchard Fantasy
sponsor, Julia Ward
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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