In a Glass Of Cider
It seemed I was a mite of sediment
That waited for the bottom to ferment
So i could catch a bubble in ascent.
I rode up on one till the bubble burst,
And when that left me to sink back reversed
I was no worse off than I was at first.
I’d catch another bubble if I waited.
The thing was to get now and then elated.
-Robert Frost 1962
****This poem makes us smile, and begs the question, what kind of glass do you like your cider in? Let us know…send us a tweet @redbyrdcider
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