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Paper Boats
by R. Steven Reynolds
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
What every author dreams his work will be ... |
There’s a great way to traverse the entire universe
Paper boats will transport you wherever you please
Next door, across the galaxy, places quite diverse
Foreign lands or adventure on the seven seas
Covered pennings that paint pictures in your mind
Creations that enlighten the mind and the soul
Tales from the past, present and future of mankind
Talking leaves that you experience and control
Paper boats floating along a river of dreams
Offering other realities and new places
Myriads of concepts with a bounty of themes
Printed syllabary erecting knowledge’s staircases
Open the binding, live the words and take a trip
Journey wondrous word ways aboard a paper boat
Steer a masterly course sailing the author’s ship
Guided by the talking leaves so lovingly wrote.
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
10/1/2006 |
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Well done. And I could actually read it without my magnifier on the screen. A first for me. You wirte well, and your theme comes through to the reader. Enjoyed.
- Bill |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
10/1/2006 |
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Thank you this was one perfect poetic offering...alot of nostaligia that came with it!!
My boat sank way back then ans I am still trying to get one secure enough to take me where ever I want to be....geeeeeeee...sighhh!!
Thanks for sharing!! |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
10/1/2006 |
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Wow! this really brought back a flood of memories, as a little girl my cousins and I...we made paper boats to sail down the creek that flowed by our houses. We would use newspapers and what we called the sale papers, twigs, and sometimes popcycle sticks. Oh the places that we explored...wonderfully written, I loved this one. You've brougth a smile to my lips and a fond memory to my heart.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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