The Apple Core And Me

Poem By Alii fenwick

I found an apple core in a barley field one cold day..
As I picked it up I wondered..
This isn’t an apple cores natural way..
As I held it I dreamed who might have had that last bite..
Could it have been a little girl..
Or even a brave, kingly, ruling knight..
Then I thought to myself..
How did it come to be? ..
Sat all alone..
Under this barely tree..
I suppose I could compare to it..
Like the core was me..
Because I’m sometimes lost, and out of my depth..
And Like The Apple Core, Waiting To Be Free..

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