WEN: 3533E1
Exhibitor Name: Nicole Targosz
Division: Creative Writing--
Class: 01 Poetry (9-12 ye
The side I was on was bare Of bright orange fruit A bush was trimmed nearby I go through the thicket To the back of the shrub… And find a pot of gold! I pick oranges The Sun’s Minor Fruit Filling my bag And don’t stop until my bag is full of fruit
I hit the jackpot that day And it was confirmed When I bit into one Of Sun’s Minor Fruit Fresh, Sweet And nothing like the store-bought ones
I wait until next year Looking at the blossoms And when those blossoms Turn to fruit Once again I will be picking oranges The Sun’s Minor Fruit
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