Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,722 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Julian - Poem by Juan Olivarez

There is a place, in southern California,
That feels like Heaven.
It's a little town called Julian.
An old gold mining town,
With old fashioned store fronts.
There are ore carts and mines,
There are beautiful flowers,
All up and down the mountain.
It is a beautiful little town.
High up on a mountain,
It stands.
Nostalgia fills the air,
As you walk the streets.
And glory be, there are,
Apple trees all over the mountain.
And an apple festival.
The air is cold and crisp,
And it tastes so good,
In your lungs.
The best pies in all the world,
More precisely, the best,
Apple pie in the whole world.
Is made in Julian.
Apple, Key-Lime,
All kinds of wonderful pies.
Key-Lime is my favorite.
I walked down the mountain,
A ways.
And I saw a Cougar,
Watching me and Bruce.
It had beautiful yellow eyes.
He was not interested in me,
Or in Bruce.
And he just continued,
Up the mountain.
I'll always remember Julian,
It is just a few hours,
From San Diego.
Heaven on Earth.

11/30/10 Alton Texas

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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