Recent Reviews for Fonda Nelson
A Gift from the Heart (Poetry) - 9/2/2013 3:53:51 AM|
Great rhyme and rhythm in this poem. You sound like you are a lover of the Christmas season. I am too. Nothing like a lighted tree to warm the heart on a cold, snowy night. Just thought I would mention this, too: I have a sister-in-law named Fonda. Thanks for the nice write.
Fishing (Poetry) - 2/8/2010 12:37:42 PM
I really like your piece of poetry about fishing as it's fun to get out in nature and explore new things.
Thanks for sharing.
The Alarm's Going Off (Poetry) - 8/25/2008 4:57:55 PM
Love to go to the coffee shop when alarm goes off and I am dressed to go out for the day. A perfct start to each morning. Thank you for expressing it this way. Wake up time is always coming faster than we want it to.
A Gift from the Heart (Poetry) - 1/4/2008 10:47:33 PM
(You remind me of Jane-just kidding) Nice poem and full of meaning. The truth about giving is not the gift but the heart content of the giver.
"What brings joy to the heart is not the friend's gift but the friend's love." And it is true that what our hands make is always A WORK OF ART.
Thanks for such a wonderful poem!
I am blessed,
The Alarm's Going Off (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 8:03:28 AM
Mom's Not Ready! (Poetry) - 9/25/2006 6:03:01 AM
Very true words Fonda. There is a great deal of humour to be found just in the lives and rearing of children, and quite often the humour is at our expense. I'm sure many parents will smile rufully and nod their heads at this one.
ps. Glad you liked Naery the Fairy.
The Button Collector (Poetry) - 9/14/2006 8:22:58 PM
I used to collect buttons, Fonda, it was a wonderful hobby. I loved the old wooden ones and the overly aged leather ones, too. The hand painted ones were always a treat and even some that were fabric covered then coated with shellac. My grandmother was a seamstress, among her many other talents; she saved every button she could find and re-used them on garments she would make. I can remember her even cutting off the buttons from shirts before giving them to Goodwill. She kept her buttons in old cookie tins and my sister and I would sit on the floor while grandma was sewing and for hours we would dig through the buttons, pulling out special ones and discussing the imagined garment that we would be wearing that was adorned by that button. We loved playing that game, a far cry from the games kids play today, but I wouldn't trade one minute of button time spent with my sister for a brand new PlayStation with all of the games. Thank you for reminding me of those wonderful times with this excellent poem.
The Button Collector (Poetry) - 9/14/2006 7:45:28 PM
This shows that there are indeed many caring people around the world.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)