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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|So sad when they drove old Dixie down. Unfortunately, there was a dark, sad side to that glory that had to come forth.
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|I ended up gasping with a sob, Susan... Very compelling, your tale of an Age gone dead, and, didn't I feel it.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Reminiscience of the lure of the Old South, swelling and fading like the remote sweetness of a dream of yesteryear. To dress this way is part of the romance of the Bygone Days of Dixie, "the hoop skirts of lace and taffeta bows." I suppose this was written from the girl who knows, Susan.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|The South shall rise again! :)
Well imaged, elegant write; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
The deep South lives in your eloquent verse; well done! Beautiful poem.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|You immerse us in the magical history, pageantry and utter beauty of the Deep South, Susan !
A master weave of alluring wordage, imagery and passionate emotion, combine to make this a memorable and intoxicating walk down memory lane !
Hooray for Dixieland !
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Wonderful romantic images of the old South. Well done.