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| Reviewed by Taylor Ryan |
7/10/2006 |
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Just a beautiful tribute to your dear father and fishing partner Susan all captured in the perfect moment in a spectacular area I love as well...even if I'm not much of a fisher woman..I can relate so well to nature and the deer. I'd love to learn to tie a fly and test drive it in NC.
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
6/19/2006 |
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Wonderful...never been trout fishing...but love fishing!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/18/2006 |
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Beautiful write and a beautiful rememberance of a man you obviously treasured and who'd memories will sustain you through the stormiest of lives oceans. I sure long for the days when trout fishing was a rule to me and not a luxury. '
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| Reviewed by . ignis |
6/18/2006 |
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The limits of this plane only apply to those who cannot escape from it. When worlds meet the interface of the world where the encounter occurs is used, but aware dwellers of both worlds understand what is hidden for conditioned eyes, seeing beyond the limits. Communication in such a setting is an experience that can never be forgotten. I enjoyed reading your perceptive, poetic account of an indescribable event.
RAge
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| Reviewed by L. Figgins |
6/18/2006 |
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Your father obviously left a legacy of the love of nature and her wisdom to you, Susan. Mine, too. Our trips to the mountains were pure gold. What riches we possess, we who think ourselves so bereft of mercy in this world. It is ours--all we need do is look back and remember and then find it here. Beautiful...
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/18/2006 |
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| Love this write which is of a Daddy's girl enjoying being a Daddy's "boy"!! :)) Always loved "fishin" myself... but from a row boat with a net... the girly way to do it... my version of underarm bowling, were it cricket!! You paint rich canvasses of the mind and heart, Susan. Always brim full of colour and emotion. Bless you and thank you. Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader) |
6/18/2006 |
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| So sweet..Nice write Susan.. |
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| Reviewed by Aberjhani |
6/18/2006 |
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Thank you for sharing this very fine communion between nature and your own poetic soul's sublime meditations. Suspect every line drew a smile from the spirit of one proud and grateful father.
Aberjhani |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
6/18/2006 |
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Capturing the rapture of mother nature. Oh, how I loved to fish the silent stream!
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
6/18/2006 |
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Susan
Sweet scenes and memories you evoke in this beautiful nature composition..
The Georgia landscape and mountains are second to none, and you create a peaceful ambiance in your words of magic..
Peter |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
6/18/2006 |
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| Don't mind the fishing part, but never liked eating it after I caught it, so for the most part I throw them back...Forget North Georgia, go deep sea fishing, now thats fun!!! Good memories you have here for your dad, he is watching...Ed |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
6/18/2006 |
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| Wonderful and heartrendering poem, Susan. You take us to that beautiful place with you and that there deer. I can almost hear him snort as he sizes you up. Naturalistic(spell? Or is it even a word?) done. |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
6/18/2006 |
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Great piece Susan
Love your decription of nature
I fish for fun then release them
Don't keep what I am not eating immediately
Loved this write
Peace & Love
William
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
6/18/2006 |
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| As one who once lived to fish, I find this poem truly wonderful, Susan, and a great tribute to your father. And I eventually realized that fishing was really my excuse to get out into that marvelous natural countryside, and marvel at all its wonders, as you so eloquently do. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
6/18/2006 |
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| This is utterly magnificent in the telling and the sentiment! Thank you Sis!A gem to keep! |
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