|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Got me dancing with an eye out for Rhett. Wouldn't want to be caught with his girl.
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|The waltzes of yesterday...bygones of Dixie
I can almost smell the lemony scent of Magnolia brought by a gentle breeze as I rock on the porch, Julip in hand listening to the field hands singing "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot." Ah yes...by gone days.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Great repost, Susan. Well done indeed.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|And what a repost it is, Susan. Sadly being polite and saying man is gone with the wind (pun intended). But don't dare say man to Barbara Boxer or she will embarrass you on national television.|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|My grandmother was a bit of a Southern Belle havng grown up in Kentucky then to DC then to Florida. Happiest woman I ever knew. A true southerner through and through. She died last year 3 weeks shy of 98 years of age. After my grandfather passed away, she dated his ex-golf partner. He had grown up in Tampa and was the oldest living member of the Florida Bar Association at the time as he was an attorney. They were so cute together and a real throw-back to another day and age. They really graced eachother in the old-fashioned southern custom and it was so interesting to watch. Like history in motion. Great poem.|
|Reviewed by Eugene Williams
|excellent liked it a lot very good|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Manners need not be bygone, as long as they are remembered ... and taught! Excellent poem, Susan.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.