|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|Thanks, Laura, for your moment of hot summer, which was fun to read from my place here in the chilly, wet Pacific Northwest. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|HOW RIGHT YOU ARE, LAURA. WHAT A GREAT PICTURE THAT COMPLIMENTS YOUR GOOD WORK SO WELL. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|A fine celebration of light heat and innocence;
even if there is no cooling rain,
your poem, Laura, is a true joy
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Is there anything more amazing than the smiles of children having fun!!! That pic is adorable...lucky you that the heat is on, Laura....it's very chilly here in the Maritimes. Your poem made me feel warm and fuzzy though....thanks!
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Oh the innocence and vibrancy of youth. Your grandchildren look so happy!!! Nothing like a dip in a pool to make the whole body feel rejuvenated.
Lovely reminder that the good ole summertime is in full swing!
Much peace love and light,
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Your picture must make all the
heat worth it *Laura* !!!!!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|I agree with Chrissie about loving all those things but tonight it is cold enough out to love hot chocolate instead. brrrrr
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|I Love Summer, Swimming & Ice Cream Cones :)|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Lov'n this summer time of razzing fun.
Cute poem. Great photo of you and your children Laura.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|In the words of the old song, “hot down summer in the city, back of my neck, getting dirty and gritty.”
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
yep it is that time of year, I liked this.
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Well, Laura, my friend, so it seems the heat is, indeed, on. Had a lovely day, though, here in SoCal with the high hitting about eighty-two.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|"That now is here to stay and many more on the way. "
I love that line, Laura.
Summer is my most hated month. Even when I was young and without old man's diseases I didn't much like summer. These days I hate it.
Love your poem about it though.