American Poem by Jessica Hughes
American
Apple pie was promised to me.
As a kid, my eyes were filled with glee;
I could not wait for my slice.
Crumbled Dutch was my favorite.
The sweet smell of cinnamon and
brown sugar was enough to make a
dry mouth water.
I humbly ate a slice.
And at that moment, I felt American.
American as apple pie....
By Jessica Hughes © 2009
Monday, February 22, 2010
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