|Reviewed by Melissa Kesead
|took me back to those days as well, when innocence meant freedom
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|excellent reminiscent qualities-i love it|
|Reviewed by CJ Heck
|I do love your style of writing, Peter -- this poems is no exception. It's very good with a great message.
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Your growing before our eyes in this one. Thanks for this wonderful sharing.|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Yep You Just Gotta Live Thru Them,i.e.Again N Again, If You Fall Get Back Up You Will Make It To The End...
Really Neat Eye Opener Write To Be Read By All A D!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|We were fearless, my brother and I. But thee was that guy who left his house dark and howled and moaned from his attic window--quite funny. And then that guy who gave us a handful of popcorn in each open bag.
I was always in the know and never afraid of anything except bad guys who tended to want to beat you up and take your stuff--was good at outrunning them.
And then I grew up and my buddies pulled some very bad tricks (no one was hurt).
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Great childhood memory/Halloween poem...
|Reviewed by K. Mulroney
|Almost seems like a movie when you try to look back behind that line, yet it lives way back in the dark, in the mind. Great piece!|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
|Very wise write Peter! How have you been?
I hope this note finds you well.
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
A delightful jaunt down Past Tense Lane...
Having had 2 brothers, 3 sons + 2 sons-in-law,
and 6[of my 8 grandchildren] grandsons, I was
especially attentive to the lines :
'and somewhere along the way
I crossed the line
that seperates the boys
from the men
and never was I
the same again'
I've seen it happen over and over again...and you have captured it with your incredible acumen.
Let's hear it for the Boys!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Love the ending, Peter!|
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Excellent message. Enjoyed!|
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|YOu are singing to my inner child Peter P, the one who never wants to grow up in some respects, but has no choice in others. Is it innocence with wisdom or wisdom in innocence,that gets us through?
|Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
|Very wise words. We do lose our innocence when we grow up. I now realize I don't enjoy Christmas as much as I used to. Reminds me of a song that goes that when I was young Christmas trees were taller. Victor|
|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
|Oh Peter Pan, Peter Pumpkin!!
A Beautiful ride through some memories of childhood that somehow embraced me too...!!
"...Suzie and I
and the rest of the gang
we had such a fun loving time..."
Your mind is an adventure! Thank you for sharing!!
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|I still do all these things,that way the child in me never dies........By the way,is that my pole you're holding in your den?LOL|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|"a man must never forget what it's like to look through the eyes of a child if he's to become a man" ...
a sincere poem with a potent message ... a man must learn through his own experience ... there is no better teacher ...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Superb memoir, and sage advice from the old man. A Chinese adage says"The only way to get to the end of something is to go all the way through it." Doesn't sound like much until you stop and think about it.We like to take short cuts and it never works.
|Reviewed by J M
|I have a friend at work every day he tells me this "Life is good as long as you never grow old." Your poem reminded me of him tonight.... But you can capture some by being child like within. This had a great lessons about lost innocence of childhood. Thank you for many reasons with this one Peter.......
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|"Crossing that line" you give us all the thoughts that came to us when we....when we...grew and lost the child. For you and me and many poets we still have that special awe that writes the poems of youth. You have painted the kid in me too.
|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
|The moral of this poem is stated so well in the last thought. It is, indeed, quite true, Peter, that we all much trudge through the bad in life. Having a good outlook, even in times of crisis is critical to one's success. Very sage advice, wrapped so timely in this poem. Isn't it amazing how a few added years on the old calendar can really serve to enlighten a soul? Well done!
|Reviewed by Daring Sunshine
|Wise&Sad!Yet even girls would like it back then; but with a child's mind-eye, God will let you be as He said, "let the children come unto me and forsake them not..." God's grace gives us the balance to be...
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|This is a great write here, keep it up and be blessed in the writing, I am looking forward to reading more of your wonderful poetry
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Sir Peter ...
It was those abundance of "zany thingies" that ruined me. My parents never bought costumes - we had to invent them.
For me it was: "If you can't take another step son, and have to sit down and rest, then everyone behind you will pass you by."
You remind me of bygone days Peter and all the foolishness we perpetrated that we thought was OK. And all the lessons we learned and yes ... that doorway we went through where we left our youth behind.
"Lookum in the eye," my dad said, "if you can shake their hand, so be it, if you have to spit, so be it. Since I thought spitting was a waste of time I punched instead.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|I believe the way to happiness is never to lose sight of the child inside us. Your poem took me down memory lane. :-)
|Reviewed by Tactfully Naive
|Guisin' holds treasured memories for me too, Peter. With face blackened with soot from the fireplace, and my Dad's pit helmet on, I'd go off with my pals to sing or recite on the doorstep for a tanner (couple of cents), or an apple, orange or peanuts.
Fun, Peter Pan days these were until we started sprouting the bum fluff and were able to sing Wandering Star like Lee Marvin. That's also when we started to climb those damn walls and cross over many bridges. We didn't need no giggling Dali Lami to tell us what the wiser old man told you, but our instincts also gave us the same advice.
Thanks for the trip back, Peter, and reminder.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Thanks for sharing this piece with much to ponder!!
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Oh Peter... there is a part of me that is nodding and saying how true this is.. and then there is that other part of me who sheds a tear or two for the innocence lost that enables us to understand your final words... I hope that made sense.) An awesome piece of writing here.. Hugs and a weepy smile, Myrna|
|Reviewed by George Carroll