Open Poetry #15 |
Amador Junket |
Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Amador Junket Remembering springtime a Sunday morning drive, traveling county roads just you, the kids and I; Hills as green as the Emerald Isle, where oaks endure regally; and Holsteins and Jerseys forage contentedly. Past the Consumnes River, winding over rocks and meadows; we call out wildflowers by name, admiring robust cliff roses. Tiny towns with funny names, Drytown, Ione, Fiddletown, steeped in California’s history, where, time was, gold was found. Walking main street, Sutter Creek, wares from ice cream to antiques, candles, soaps and perfumes entice from windows of boutiques. Sipping wine from old vines, Zinfandel rules the region - loves this clime’s extremes; attracts a thirsty legion. Wrapped inside these memories, made brighter by love’s sheen, of chocolate-faced smiles, and you, and simplicity, so fine. © 2001 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 08-10-2001).] |
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shadow974 Senior Member
since 2001-06-21
Posts 636Michigan |
Yes, the good old times, the great old times. Just reminiscing. Throw your heart out in front of you |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Shadow974! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
You have made me a little homesick...it is a good thing I know how to transplant well... |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Cor...It's good to be attached. Nicely said. Bob |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
The good memories are what makes us smile when we see something that triggers..the bad ones? ain't worth keeping...nice trip in good memory land, Cor, my dear friend..very gentle smile |
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