|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Childhood is a magical mystical tour--at least mine was.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Beutiful, nostalgic look at more innocence days. While little girls were busy playing putting on grown-up faces little boys were throwing up little pieces of rock and hitting it with their broomstick bats and dreaming of one day playing in the World Series. Enjoyed this.|
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|A mesmerizing and nostalgic trip down memory lane in this brilliant pen..
You invoke sweet memories of a childhood past, when tresses, sugar pie and honey were the vogue, and children were children, who had to make their own forms of amusement...
This is definitely a keeper from your accomplished pen, Susan
Love,Peace and Harmony
|Reviewed by Gordon Rosenberg (Reader)
|this brought smiles0...delightful poetry|
|Reviewed by firstname.lastname@example.org Bennett
|What an innocent sweet picture of God's angels and yes the years go by and becomes the saying of back in the days. Very well written and expressed.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Oh wow Susan this is fantastic, I could feel the mustiness of the attic and smell the tangy smell of moth balls. I have read a lot of childhood refelctive poems but this is by far one of the best. Well done dear friend.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
You capture those precious memories of long ago brilliantly; well done. Our folks wouldn't let us play in the attic, guess they were afraid we'd fall through. Plus, the wasps loved to make their homes up there, and we were terrified of getting stung, so we listened to our parents. :)
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|The nostalgia and imagery bring misty eyes and smiles of joy in remembrance!Exceptional Susan!
|Reviewed by F William Broome
|Oh! Susan! - This one is an all-time keeper! How wonderfully you describe it all. Only once did we have an attic when I was the best age for such, but oh, we had extra rooms, basements, storage bins, and the like. You created it so well, I'm sitting here smelling the contents of my early-on life. Your pen is surely, Magic! I thank you for this one, Sweet Lady! - Bill