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 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail Website Website