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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Reminds me of my childhood on the farm; quite a unique perspective. Thank you, Kate. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Charlie
|For sure, Kate-- this is fabulous. You can't know about that sweet breath unless you've been there, done that. And all last night I dreamed of a new poem I must jot down about cows and hay-- thick pages of the leafy stuff...
Smells are paramount here, in your writing-- nose-hair pores freezing closed, and cow scent trails--not quite the scent of perennial blooms, but everlasting, just as well. Mine? More about the kindred spirit there is between us and our bovine counterparts. But you're right! --so similar in nature, and both out of true experience and fondness. So I've gotta keep this poem, as I'm no longer on any farm-- but in my mind, I like to visit there often. --Charlie
|Reviewed by A PAX
hmmm, the farmers in this county are not so kind to cows.....I see them out in the fields in rain and snow.....lying in the mud......its sad.....
You took a look here at a part of life, that not many aquainted with the rural touch would even consider.......
I always like reading your view on things :)
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Only a carrot cruncher would know this.|