JolieH

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I miss our apple cider Sundays.
Headed west on country roads,
valley winds through green rolling pastures.
Cattle graze on reservation. Pass Casino.

Radio tuned to soft voices compliment view.
Open space, with scattered ranch homes.
A paint horse and foal graze
under blue sky with scattered clouds.

Old western town at foot hills,
antiques for sale, windsocks, and hand made crafts..
Spanish mission, country store,
soft drinks, apple cider, cross roads.

Fifteen miles up hill climb,
twisting road, steep drop, smell of pine, ears pop.
Almost there, a few more curves.
Children almost vomit.

A cool breeze carries sweet aroma of pine and apple pie.
Horse and carriage rides, art and souvenirs
red swivel seats, soda fountain, sarsaparilla,
a fonder memory in your absence.

lasher

Hey now J,

Nice imagery, sounds idyllic. The most important people in our lives will forever live within our deepest, fondest of memories...... I enjoyed the read, thanx for sharin'.

Moonchild

Nice imagery.
Very vivid and visual.
You took me there with the
sights and sounds.
All very enjoyable and delightful.
A great write Jolie!

JolieH

Thank You,

I really do enjoy these short drives to the mountains. Julian is about one hour away. It's an old mining town and gets a lot of tourists. There's one main street with lots of shops to go through.

They are famous for their apple pies. Here's a link:
Historic Sites in Julian, California

PaintedDiary

Dear Joilie,

What a beautiful poem to wake up to. Yes quite beautiful is your memory. The images play like a picture show in my mind. Almost was there, and after reading will put on my listy to visit. Wonder write!

Kim

Jer4clarity

Jolie,

Oh the heart that holds the pen. This is so full of the antique feel and I just love your ending:

it really brings back some memories.

Jerry