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On Apple Hill
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On Apple Hill |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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To think people live in this Eden growing Eve’s temptation whipping up strudel and dark sweet juice poured into paper cups - sticky on children’s hands, harvesting the ambience for three months of the year not too much to ask, really, to wend down country roads plump with wildflowers and berries growing your family strong beneath scotch pines where neighbors come together to brew apple wine or lend a careworn hand and in the off-season Christmas tree farms gleam winter warmth. © 2000 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 08-12-2000).] |
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T McCoy Member
since 2000-07-24
Posts 186 |
sounds like a nice place Corrine... i could see it...all the neighbors like a big family... the winding roads...you sure can paint a picture...  Tony |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Corinne~ Very easy to see how Adam was tempted ... such a harvest of apples ! I knew I'd enjoy it just by viewing the title. Something there just called my name ! Must be the 'Eve' in me ! LOL !  You pour a good glass of the cider, mam. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
A bountiful harvest of words is this one "poured into paper cups - sticky on children’s hands, harvesting the ambience for three months of the year" love those lines girl |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
a superb vision in my mind, down the road i go to apple hill, when i was a child we lived like you, pressing apples for juice, and picken berrys for jam and i miss these times, and i loved you poem, and i am walking my child home. thank you kindly for your words. apple breath redbraids Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Corinne--I've been there, not the same place but yet, the same place...your words have painted it perfectly!! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is a fine poem, well written with a great flow. Corinne, I really enjoyed this one. Kathleen |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Tony, a wonderful, enchanted place that captured my spirit yesterday. Marge, thank you, lady. Must be a way to get there... Hoot, thank you! Redheart angrybraids (cool nickname), I'm convinced that certain places call us, places that feel right to us, whether it's because we grew up there or perhaps have been there in other lives, or maybe just the feel of the place appeals. Whatever it is, it captures the magical part of life. Thank you, Martie, another similar place is Julian in Southern Cali, yes? Irish Rose, thank you, and it's good to see you here again. Corinne |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Your words paint such a wonderful coutryside of the passing of autumn days in my mind. Well written and thank you for sharing this with us. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Corinne wow this an amazing image, wonderfully written poem. Those apples sound heavenly. "Beyond all this good is the terror,The grip of a mercenary hand,When savagery turns all good reason, There's no turning back, no last stand,"I.Curtis |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thanks, Mark and Brian! Corinne |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Corinne, I agree certain place do draw us in. Like this place and you very warm poem.... and sweet poets.... Parker |
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