A Poem A DayI see red apple peels on the counter.
I hear my mom chopping.
I smell cinnamon and brown sugar in the kitchen.
The smell swirls around the room.
I see the crisp crust on the outside.
I know it’s something good for dessert.
It feels like a holiday when I eat it!
by Desiree, 4th grade
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