Page of Roses

By C. E. Randall

This book, Page of Roses, is the third book in a trilogy. Let Freedom Ring and The Last Grain Through the Hourglass are the first two. These books are a remarkable bit of American literature. The Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken, has inspired me to write Hour Glass. Finally, the Statue of Liberty is a symbol of the poem Let Freedom Ring. The last three lines of the Frost poem goes Two roads diverged in a wood, and II took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. I got the idea for Page of Roses from Hemingway, that if you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, it stays with you for rest of your life, for Paris is a movable feast.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524549862

C. E. Randall

My name is C.E.Randall, I have composed a 50 page book about the City of Lights, Paris. This book “A Page Of Roses,” is about Paris, France. I attended the United States Naval Academy for two years and graduated from the University Rhode Island in three semesters and spent three years in graduate school. I am retired from Xerox Corporation where I was a technical editor. I have books in the Libraries of Harvard, Stanford and Annapolis. My girlfriend and I attend the San Diego Padres games during the season at Petco Park.

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CONTENTS

Book One

The Green Jaguar

The Commencement

The Flight

A Renaissance Woman

Star Crossed Lovers

A Painter’s Song

Paris

The Bookstore By The River

The Last Page Of Spring

The City of Lights

The Lost Generation

Book One

Chapter 1

The Green Jaguar

Annie Page was a significant companion of mine from a long time ago. She had a few close

Affairs. My writing is about her humble prayer interactions as she traveled the globe. They Were very close and the fact of the matter; she is my best dearest friend. She was strict

And spiritual in everyday life. When she had something bothering her she would ask

God for help. I tried that and it worked for me most of the time. She wanted me, Chris Jacobs, to write a bestseller of her life. I guess that is what my strife is now. One million Words will never express her true nature of her bashful life. The fact of the matter was

That the novel had an intriguing plot based on the fact of visiting too many museums

In Europe, especially the Kiss by Rodin and the star-crossed lovers in The Westminster Abbey. First taking place in Paris and then in London were the background places. Images

Could never match the pleasure of a face-to-face meeting. It was like surfing a curl of a

Well-formed wave chasing on to a desert island in the blue Pacific. She learned from

The past, lived in the present and planned for the future. Annie had a Mona Lisa smile.

Her ears were tuned to the waves and tides on that sandy shore on the Pacific. The sun Gleamed in her eyes like diamonds. Pale landscapes were soon in the moon light. A

Character as if from the left bank of Paris. This avant guard quality blinked like a glitch on

A hard drive. Annie had an amazing stage presence. Her dialogue resembled a star crossed Lover with lines from the constellation Orion. It was a simple dialogue as if she spoke with Bogart from that classic- Casablanca. When she was floating into song, not only did she Entertain the gasping audience, but her notes were angelic. She is an exciting character

In her room as she talks to me like Sarah Bernhardt. I am one of the lucky ones who knew Her before all the glitz and glamor. Her fans enamor her because she is a China Doll,

Driving her green Jaguar along the Pacific Coast Highway, searching for a new nirvana in The rain. The car is a vintage classic and sleek lines slip through the wind, like the story

I’m telling. This English dream race car is as temperamental, as Annie’s gestures as if from The Nutcracker. The bottom line of this woman I love is so clearly a Rose from a Salvador Dali picture about- A Page of Roses. So it goes. Annie has a remarkable story which is

Far more real than I can ever attempt to tell. Could anyone ever believe a ripple

Of prose philosophy circling on Walden today? This I don’t know what I want to do; this I Believe is for the avid reader. Yet, this text knows – might be the direct route to the truth.

But who really cares? Annie is a wonderful lady and I can only tell her story as well as I

Possibly can. I am the one who really cares and my message is straight from the heart.

Annie is forever learning from life experiences and takes the good with the bad. She

Accepts the success of her labor and is not carried away from her earthly success, since

Her amazing life has not always been a bed of roses. She does not let the spiritual aspects

Of life pass her by. Annie is 5 foot 10 and has long blonde hair which is ever so heavenly

In the morning when she opens her bright blue eyes. She has high facial bones and a

Slender body that is round in all the right places and has no trouble attracting people of

The opposite sex. She has artistic talent from the soul of her body to the tips of her toes. Believe it or not, she works from the flight of the mundane. She can frame twilight of any

Passing moment, hilarious or sad. She is remarkably strong and she sets a steady course

In all her aspects in her life, hopes and dreams. Simply she is a remarkable woman with Eagerness and drive. Her songs are long stem hornless red roses with blown glass panels

That are romance and quiet inspiration. Her studio garden is a fertile sanctuary with

Blissful patterns of meter and rhyme. She would never take that forbidden fruit, as she

Did. Her goals may seem a bit obtuse but she freely shares her soul far from the "Waste

Land and April the cruelest month." There is no line of color or shadow of paint from her Pallet of a deep dark blue and black and white. Dark lines combine comedy and tragedy.

Traveling in a green Jaguar on the winding roads of Annie’s imagination, there are classical, Romantic and modern themes. It is mixing the good and the bad like blowing leaves in

Late fall before the winter of discontent. No one could be a doubting Thomas of

Her sense of intoxicating imagination – least of all me. Annie would lie perfectly still in

The morning and her thoughts would flow in and out like waves. They would roam freely

In the serene state with peaceful mediation. She would get in touch with the love in her Heart. She would accept the things she could not change and occurs to change things she

Could. The way came slowly but surely. She tried to make things right.