A Taste for Trout (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 10, 2006

Just a beautiful tribute to your dear father and fishing partner Susan all captured in the perfect moment in a spectacular area I love as well...even if I'm not much of a fisher woman..I can relate so well to nature and the deer. I'd love to learn to tie a fly and test drive it in NC.

Love,
Taylor~

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on June 19, 2006

Wonderful...never been trout fishing...but love fishing!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Beautiful write and a beautiful rememberance of a man you obviously treasured and who'd memories will sustain you through the stormiest of lives oceans. I sure long for the days when trout fishing was a rule to me and not a luxury. '
Fee

Reviewed by rite

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

The limits of this plane only apply to those who cannot escape from it. When worlds meet the interface of the world where the encounter occurs is used, but aware dwellers of both worlds understand what is hidden for conditioned eyes, seeing beyond the limits. Communication in such a setting is an experience that can never be forgotten. I enjoyed reading your perceptive, poetic account of an indescribable event.

RAge

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Your father obviously left a legacy of the love of nature and her wisdom to you, Susan. Mine, too. Our trips to the mountains were pure gold. What riches we possess, we who think ourselves so bereft of mercy in this world. It is ours--all we need do is look back and remember and then find it here. Beautiful...

Lin

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Love this write which is of a Daddy's girl enjoying being a Daddy's "boy"!! :)) Always loved "fishin" myself... but from a row boat with a net... the girly way to do it... my version of underarm bowling, were it cricket!! You paint rich canvasses of the mind and heart, Susan. Always brim full of colour and emotion. Bless you and thank you. Kate xx

Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

So sweet..Nice write Susan..

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Thank you for sharing this very fine communion between nature and your own poetic soul's sublime meditations. Suspect every line drew a smile from the spirit of one proud and grateful father.
Aberjhani

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Capturing the rapture of mother nature. Oh, how I loved to fish the silent stream!

Ron

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Susan
Sweet scenes and memories you evoke in this beautiful nature composition..
The Georgia landscape and mountains are second to none, and you create a peaceful ambiance in your words of magic..
Peter

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Don't mind the fishing part, but never liked eating it after I caught it, so for the most part I throw them back...Forget North Georgia, go deep sea fishing, now thats fun!!! Good memories you have here for your dad, he is watching...Ed

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Wonderful and heartrendering poem, Susan. You take us to that beautiful place with you and that there deer. I can almost hear him snort as he sizes you up. Naturalistic(spell? Or is it even a word?) done.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

Great piece Susan
Love your decription of nature
I fish for fun then release them
Don't keep what I am not eating immediately
Loved this write

Peace & Love
William

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

As one who once lived to fish, I find this poem truly wonderful, Susan, and a great tribute to your father. And I eventually realized that fishing was really my excuse to get out into that marvelous natural countryside, and marvel at all its wonders, as you so eloquently do.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on June 18, 2006

This is utterly magnificent in the telling and the sentiment! Thank you Sis!A gem to keep!