A walk in the Garden

A quatrain poem

A walk in the Garden


He told her not to cross the brook
And stand beneath the apple tree.
That she was free to walk about
Wherever else she wished to go.

And this she did until at last
She longed to get a better look
At what was on the other side
and so she stepped upon the bridge.

Well then she made a second step
And several strides to reach the peak
then down the ramp some more she took
Until at last she reached the bank

And there beheld the apple tree
With all that ripe and scrumptious fruit
She couldn't resist temptations plea...
It's so sad...With a bite, partook