Treasure Island

Harlan Simantel

(August 8,1951 / Hillsboro, Oregon USA)

American gal pal


if i could choose
one american gal
from near and ancient past
or present or eternity future

i'd choose my barefoot pal
from old new england soil
amherst, massachusetts
where she did lovingly toil

i'd choose miss em
because of her love
not her fame
tho i love her pretty name

emily - still a rogue child
humble, wild, but tenderly mild

humble, clever, funny
even when her nose is runny
i'd choose her as my pet bunny!

forever she'd make me feel sunny

since my name means 'hare'
we might make a crazy pair

if not here, then heaven there

Submitted: Monday, October 13, 2008

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