Treasure Island

Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

Apples of Gold


Apples of Gold; wisdom untold. A present to me from Jean
Carey; a poetic friend of mine. I haven't heard from for
sometime. Beautiful words, like apple blossoms bloom.
A French perfume sayings 'gleamed' from far and wide all
oe'r the country side. My beloved English tutor
tired and true. Oh, how much I really miss you!

Revised 8/15/12

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this peom before my mother, Eleanor, and I rode the Community
Transit bus several decades ago. My Former Poetic Bestfriend, (Jean Carey) was the result of our bus ride. The original title: 'The River Road Around the Bend.' I shortned it for readiblity purposes....

She gave me a golden poetry book entitled, 'Apples of Gold, ' as
a fair well gift to me. I still have the book, and intend to keep it to help me remind of my, 'former best friend.'

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