My freshman year,
I learned how to drive,
On rainy mornings
Or snowy afternoons.
My driving instructor once lead me on a winding path,
Filled with colorful leaves and bare trees.
An apple orchard called my name
And I promised I would come back.
He told me, "No one knows how to get here but me."
I've spent years searching for his apple orchard,
I have yet to find it.
The lines about making it back to the orchard one day remind me of Robert Frost: "Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back." I think he would like this piece of yours!
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