Apple Poem by Charlene Chan

I got an apple, fresh and sweet,
from the beautiful Norwegian woods.
I had a bite - small bite,
And left it chilled in the winter snow.

I turned to pears, oranges and grapes
when I came back to the rainforest.
I thought my apple must have been rotten,
and it was time to try something new.

I found the apple on my desk one day
When I was writing a letter to Norway.
I was surprised to see my apple again
So I had another bite - a large bite -
And then, I ate the apple.