The apple on the table and the clouds on the sky by Ann Wood
I was picking apples when black storm clouds appeared in the sky.I hurried into the house and put the apples on the kitchen table.
I decided to make apple pie and strudel, washed the apples, and put them on the table again.
Outside, the clouds grew darker, and it began to rain.
I made the cakes and put them to bake in the oven.
I washed the dishes and watched the rain and the clouds in the sky from the kitchen window.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-03-22 at 20:59
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