|Reviewed by J. Roseline
|very original, i love your expressions, So pure and sweet! roseline|
|Reviewed by John Domino
|Delightful poem Barbara Lynn. Makes me happy inside.|
|Reviewed by A PAX
|You have captured the spirit of childhood in winter. Lovely write. Pax A|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for these thoughts that remind me of my childhood, Barbara. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|Your words made me feel like a child again, reveling in the snows of New York, sliding down driveways and snow drifts on high. Thanks for bringing me back to the years of old; your descriptive words made my heart feel young once again. A great offering, Barbara.
Joy L. Hale
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Beautiful words that lifted my heart....Snow brings out the child in all of us...and the sight of sun gleaming and sparkling on a fresh fall of snow is pure bliss!...Here in UK ours has finally disappeared..for the time being at least...
Best wishes, Diana...
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|A fresh scent of snow and the day unfolds into
trememdous fun..love the snow too..playing
with Keegan to build a snowman and sled..a snowball battle..
Mommy lost :) Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|Well, see Ron, that is what guys are for, is shoveling it so we can get through. LOL
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Wonderful thoughts about how snow affects the generations. You left out snow shoveling that occupies the middle years.
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|So very true....went sliding with our son and grandson yesterday...and even though it was much colder for us than them...we had a ball acting like we were children once again.
Hugs & Love,