|Reviewed by Dark Knight
|Reading this makes me want to go to the beach-lovely way of expressing yourself|
|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|It is wonderful for me when I take the swing back into an AD portfolio, to see the writings that I had to miss. It's like we are drivers of our vehicles and must keep our eyes on the road (our daily doings), but savor the slack in traffic that allows us to look out the side windows at all there is to see. I am glad I chose this one of yours because it is glorious, Morgan. From the 'child's nick-name,' so musical and intimate, to the visual of little feet, flaming in their eagerness, there is a wonderland of glances out side windows in this poem. "....tiny windy sandy..." would be so lessened by the dropping of any one of those three words. "....bunnies..." instead of rabbits presents endearment to that species. "...tall flirty grass," those three words combine with the tiny child to offer action observed of wind, motion, laughing child. Then to use 'crystal' instead of sand enlivens a natural element with magic. "....seashells spill secrets" THOSE three words conjur up for the reader a personal experience of holding shells to ears, and there aren't many people who do not know that sensation. You even enlivened fog! Your final line leaves salt on the tongue, waves breaking both distant and close and seagull voices in the air. So the facial expression this brings from me is a relaxed smile, wide open ears, nose, eyes and mind. Thanks. This poem beautifully expresses why humans love the ocean. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by J Guenther
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Light and delightful and fun... ...thank you for sharing this uplifting offering, Morgan. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Laurel Lamperd
|Lovely piece of writing. There is something special about children playing on a beach. It always seems so timeless.|
|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
|Lovely! Takes me back to when my daughter was a baby and I'd take her to the beach. I could barely keep up with her and her enthusiasm and amazement with nature.|
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|OBSERVING A YOUNG ONE...ON THE PATH OF GROWTH. A PATH WE'VE ALL TAKEN. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS, WELL DONE, 'FLEETING' VIEW, OF INNOCENCE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Your apples are still green.
|Reviewed by Don Juan Amante
|so well done, even this old kid enjoyed it!|
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Whimsical and touching MM. enjoyed. r|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Sand, sea and sweetness *Morgan*
I see of You in this tender poem!!!
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|You take us back to childhood, where all the world is full of surprise and delight! This resonates deeply and makes me feel the joy of it all.|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|At once both an adult reverie and a fleeting moment for the child-like origins of honesty and imagination.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|What a delightful poem of childhood exuberance. Damned if I don't feel that way sometimes when I'm approaching the sea.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Magical...love, love, love this...did you know I love this!!!! (should go down with the the Humpty Dumpty, Mary had a little lamb..etc :)|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Morgan this is a sweet and whimisical. Our kids tip toe on the sand sandles in hand. Sandbuckets, castles of sand and sea water motes.
Lovely poetry to go listen to the sea
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|I love the carefree endearing mood of this poem. Your title is perfect! Love the photo..Miss you...
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This so reminds me of a day at the beach when my daughter was little to see them enjoy the sand, sea, waves and yes even jumping from one foot to the other on the hot sand....love it.
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|a treat indeed! i read something delightful like this and have all this curiosity and visions on what small creature, view, thoughts might have inspired your words.
were you sitting on this beach...was it a sand crab scitteling back to his safe cool hole...was it the sea grass tickling your legs...maybe watching little kids hopping on tip toe over the hot sand to the edge of the water. what fun these
imaginings (thataword?) inspired by this wonderful piece.
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|Morgan, A poem of curiosity, learning and getting out into the world.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Getting inside the mind of a little one is a special event, and you have managed to do that here. That takes finesse, talent and a wonderful inner soul.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|now here's a treat and a delight,
Morgan; love your styling and word choices:
grass, crash, crystal castles modulating to
seashells and secrets, and love the tenderness
and energy that run through
ps: i remember the photo well