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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem