|
| Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara |
4/13/2007 |
|
Oh my Dale you definitley have that farm cursing infernal feathered alarm clock "picked and pecked"!!!! Whoever it was that said those lil feathered buggers cockle doodle do at dawn was soooooo wrong, the buggers crow all day and night long!!!!
This was a wonderful whimisical read; especially dreaming of bacon and eggs, hmmmm I think I shall go have me some!
~Nikki~ |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
4/12/2007 |
|
| Very cute write...Hugssssssss |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
4/11/2007 |
|
Delightful offering Dale!!
Love Tinky |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/10/2007 |
|
Enjoyed reading this cute poem, so realistic! Thanks!
Be safe,
Karen |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/10/2007 |
|
| superb juxtaposition of images, Dale ... |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
4/10/2007 |
|
The whole poem is an absolute delight, Dale, but this:
The Arkansas
big browns, fast water
silver-red flashes
I’ve driven to paradise
chasing freedom, chickens
and fish
in my dreams
they seemed to be
just out of reach
The sun tells me I’m awake
is stunningly visual and elliptically so telling! And I see Ed beneath me has highlighted a different stanza, so this Fisherman's Tale ISN'T one that got away... Throughly enjoyed - and I daresay, slow-roasted on a twig-spit over an open fire... BBQ'd fish... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Tummy's rumblin... :)) LOL K xx |
|
|
|
|
| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
4/10/2007 |
|
Sure as hell
there’s the chicken coop
and there’s the alarm
strutting his stuff
proudly guarding his hens
the brood stirs as I cluck
out the window
laughing like a loon
Now this was a poem worth waiting for! Loved it, Dale. And you even had a clean room - now that is Heaven - especially on a fishin trip!!
And when you get a chance, check out one of my stories - The Old Cabin Down by the River - also about fishin, and a slightly different kind of bird. |
|
|
|
Bookmarks
Share
Print
Save