|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|1897 levitating pewter burro. Handpicked souvenir for the slickers. Peace pipes for the kids, dad keeps the peyote for himself. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Sage, as a purveyor of dreams and western memorabilia you are peerless. The sun dances high across the western sky. It keeps the "Healers Shelf" in plain view. Love and peace to you my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|great visual write|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|and to think I used to collect cows teeth
and curious bones...
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is a great one Sage ~
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Enjoyed this very much Sage....have a wonderful day OK..Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|I believe you got this 100 percent correct!!!!Now just be sure there is a lot of sage and amber incense around, sage for cleansing and amber for protection...Hey we make a hell of a pair don't we??
I just put that together, we are powerful essences aren't we..
Much peace, love and light, (from your other scent)
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|I am living in the wrong era. Life was so simple back then. Maybe if I try some of that magic elixir. I like this piece, Sage.
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|Gold Camp Road leads straight to the door. Westward Ho with the girls out front inviting weary miners and walk-ins to climb up on the healers shelf.
Peace and Neil Young's Gold Rush,
|Reviewed by steve Chering
|Sweet Sagewater poem.|