tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post3905722152512975450..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Summer ApplesElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-16078666076633612852012-08-05T11:20:39.253-07:002012-08-05T11:20:39.253-07:00love the poem...
and the apples. we have a very sa...love the poem...<br />and the apples. we have a very sad old apple tree on the hill behind our house. The hillside is so overgrown I haven't even looked to see if there are apples....yohttp://yobobe.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-56496360343173829562012-08-04T00:27:23.386-07:002012-08-04T00:27:23.386-07:00Interesting. Love the rhythm of the words. I didn&...Interesting. Love the rhythm of the words. I didn't know apples would even grow in LA!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-11684519909961770592012-08-03T16:41:14.181-07:002012-08-03T16:41:14.181-07:00Oh. Call me old-fashioned or ignorant but I love t...Oh. Call me old-fashioned or ignorant but I love the poetry which rhymes and swings, dances and flings its imagines into song.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com