Cider Mill
Eating donuts until we are full.
We take our time, picking our haul.
Apple pie, jam, and cider.
We hear a cute barn cat purr.
We see farm animals too.
Goats climbing, like they do.
On this sunny, fall day.
On this bench, I wish to stay.
But we must go before the rain.
Holding my bag, the trip was not in vain.
At home, we feel the storm.
Inside, we are nice and warm.
We heat up cider.
And I feel my cat’s fur.
We always said we should go.
To the cider mill before it snows.
Today, we enjoyed the fall breeze.
Relaxing on this day of ease.
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