A – Z Challenge: The Letter C

Cherries
When I was a child,
we drove to a cherry orchard.
High on a rickity wooden ladder,
surrounded by leaves 
and dark, plump, red fruit
I feasted.
At the hand pump
I washed
sticky sweet stains 
from my fingers and chin.
When we moved to this place,
I planted cherry trees. 
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