Write a four line poem about: the eruption.
Well that was certainly a disappointing market. The weather was lovely, though admittedly quite cold first thing, but for whatever reason people just weren't all that interested in what we had to offer. Aurora apples are my personal favorite of all the apples that are grown here, but it's still quite new and not well known.
We offered samples, which in previous years led to a lot of purchases, but they weren't doing the trick this morning.
Ah well, next week is sure to be better, as we'll have the very well known and very popular Ambrosia apples with us for the first time this year.
Black ash chokes the air,
Red lava flows like a boiling river;
Run now, run quick,
Or remain in this place forever.