A lovely red apple
shiny and bright;
in the hands of my teacher
ahhh, such a comforting sight.

I'd look from my desk
at the smile on her face;
our eyes met ~ she knew
'twas my gift for her grace.

It seem'd very little
for the time that she spent;
teaching me lessons
with such loving intent.

She taught me my numbers,
to write and to read;
in her own patient way
encouraged me to succeed.

I can still hear her sing
with a voice clear and true;
A smile on her face
"Good morning to you"!

"Good morning to you,
we'er all in our places
with bright shiny faces
and this is the way.

"To start a new day,
let's stand for the pledge;
she'd say and we'd rise for the flag
waving by the window ledge.

"God Bless America",
after the pledge, we would sing;
O, yes, teacher surely deserved
that shiny red apple I'd bring.

Mary Carter Mizrany
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