|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Love to visit the Mennonite country in Lancaster pa and see the kids playing outside in the school yard, All look so happy and free.|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Muskrat love, that's what all the Lutheran girls really wanted. Hayrides were the best. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|you take me there Dayvid...
our beautiful memories growing
and I must say making hay is a prosperous bounty
in the clover field or on the canvas of lovers
which I am sure you still make hay :)
Corn Crib Secrets
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i love this! What a lovely rememberence of your childhood|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|I know those Mennonite Kids must have some beautiful memories of the security and warmth of home as well as the hurtful ones of the cruelty of the outside world.|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|For just a moment we all became Mennonite Kids...
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|This gives such warm feeling, Dayvid.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Oooooh , I think theres more to this story... Probably much the same as with most of our childhoods. Interesting write Dayvid. Dwell on! Thanks Dick|
|Reviewed by TONY NERONE
|Well crafted reflection of the years gone by.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Yes, times have definitely changed. The simple life is gone. I was just thinking about this the other day. I'm a bit younger; but I was basically a young kid in the 70s. We used to just disappear into the day on our bikes, ride off into the woods, jump off bridges into rivers, etc. No cell phones, no video games, no Internet, Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, texting, etc. Lit off firecrackers and shot BB guns with no SWAT teams or DHS pitching up to arrest us. I can't imagine letting my kids out like that these days. Somehow, we came out of it all okay. Enjoyed this piece immensely. Take care.|
|Reviewed by Lew Duffey
|I wasn't raised a mennonite kid. My parents took me to a Church of God. Not much different really. I'm like you. My childhood was nothing to gripe about even if I may have thought so once in a while.
This poem gets an A+
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Warm and tender poem, and I can just see you all half pint and so cute Dayvid!