“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces,
I would still plant my apple tree.”
Martin Luther
I chose the book carefully
Mystery tale with the scent of the library
My favorite smell
I climbed up into the apple tree
Pulled my book up in a bucket after me
My favorite place
Settled on a branch with a view
Chose an apple, red-skinned and white-speckled,
My favorite fruit
Sat quiet—and bit into it
While I sucked the sour apple’s juice
My favorite story
What’s Good About Home! 
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