A school trip becomes an escape to get lost in my favorite place

Crispy leaves crunching under foot

Birds fly over head that like to avoid the city

The chill in the air is perfect for the apple picking season

The scent of the cider mill is relaxing as afternoon tea, but better

The brook running by is loud, but who’d blame her 

She’s excited about the peaceful place where she resides 

There are no beatings, yelling, or bullying, just natures smiles

The school trip escape is a good as cascade 

We explore leaf colors, moss, and animal tracks 

Maybe I’ll survive until time to go back


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