Agnes Poem by Matt Mooney
Agnes
Rating: ★5.0
Agnes, over the half door
Of their old thatched house,
Roguish eyes disarming,
Handed us some apples:
Coveted Beauty of Bath
From the tempting orchard,
Tasting as sweet as a kiss-
And it's still a taste I miss;
Freckled red and yellow,
Flushed white to the core;
Scholars in the afternoon,
After one, wanting more.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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She became like a favourite aunt to us who knew her.
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4/23/2024 4:50:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Memories of your youth and a special woman, so beautifully written!