|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|ISN'T THIS SO TRUE?! THE OLDER I GET THE MORE I APPRECIATE MY SURROUNDINGS AND THE THINGS THAT MONEY CAN'T BUY! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|I needed this!!
Like a spring tonic [for the winter-aged?], only ever so much
tastier and satisfying than sulphur and molasses.
I agree down the line, except that I am not that steady. Fear
I never will be. [Think the term is flibbertigibbet ;)]
Thank you for sharing this, luv.
Got any more?
xOx Phyllis xOx
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo
|Sad that it takes us so long (sometimes) to savor life, as we get caught up in the day-to-day trials and tribulations and forget to enjoy all that surrounds us. Wonderful wisdom in this fine poem. ~Hugs, Elizabeth|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|The most sage poem I've read all day! Girl, I can't believe your wisdom in these few lines of pure glory. I planted purple sage in my yard. And it remained quite gray. And then one day it rained and suddenly, the sage burst fourth with beautiful purple flower. You can water that plant all day, but it only flowers when it rains.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Anna, Your words sing, life should be taken in slowly as it goes fast enough..beautiful poem.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|The way you describe it, The Age of Sage ain't so bad.|
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Yes..those years went by so quickly...and I;m so grateful for the beautiful memories...but am sipping life much more slowly now...and my glass of good fine wine too!
Thoroughly enjoyed this!
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Isn't that the truth!!|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Beautifully said...beautifully written...when we reach "The age of Sage" we become finer in time.
|Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks
|"And you’ll finally catch a rare glimpse of your soul.
The thing is, you may not even recognize…
Who you really are!"
Truer words were never written. Your written, Annabel, keeps getting more and more profound and branching out.
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|A bow to you Lady Anna. Serene beauty earthly visions of your beautifully penned poem.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
Sometimes its not till we grow older we realize all the things we took for granted along life's road, a beautiful rose, a rainbow, life in general. How fast it goes, we should have savored every moment God has given us.
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|I understand the slower part, and the thing is,I've learned to savor Ripple. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Anna, my dear friend, the older one becomes the faster the days, weeks, months and years go. Where to me, now, the year is divided into two parts: Christmas and the 4th of July and all between are a blur... Wonderful, though sadly true poem.
Your friend; Mark
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Indeed, just like Winnie da Pooh. lol|
|Reviewed by Richard King
|This is absolutely gorgeous. Really hits home. New addition to my library. Thanks Dick|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|Wonderful title, velvety compost substance in these lines. It feels like it is being spoken on a warm summer evening, outside, with houselights yellow through windows and a good listener cupping your words like bright, slow-moving fireflies. This writing unfolds. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Michael Jones
|Uplifting and glorious, Amen! Annabel. Thank you. Peace!!!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|"And youâ€™ll finally catch a rare glimpse of your soul."
Yes, indeed, Anna. This poem is a keeper for me. You have capsuled the art of aging perfectly, and what's more your words ring truer than true. I have been fortunate to grow old with a minimum of physical problems. Don't get me wrong, I have three afflictions that could/will kill me, but through the magic of modern technology and my own regimented exercise and somewhat of a diet, I have bet the odds. As I beat those odds I looked around and saw what you so expertly penned here. Bravo.
|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|the title grabbed me for my daughter's name is Sage...
so glad it did...what an extraordinary treasure this is and even more surprising is the fact that this beautiful sage muse came through one so young surely without personal knowledge of the accurancy of all your lilting flowing words.
i inform my daughters of each new age related change that i experience to prepare them for what they can expect their bodies will continue to surprise them with ...along with those not so great things i include the inner peace and beauty of each plataeu i hit...as i see them.
i'm sending them both your beautiful work of art...a truly masterful write...pmedlin
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Oh my, this is absolutely excellent poetry and I read it a few times as it is so beautifully written my friend, Bravo!!! This is a great read indeed Laura