Dixie Night Ride (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on July 10, 2006

Beautiful imagery Susan!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed on July 9, 2006

The midnight ride of a rebel bride. Blondes have more fun at night with the top down.[Oops]

Ron

Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader)

Reviewed on July 9, 2006

'Take me home, country roads' beautiful poem...thanks for the sensory experience of this offering. I will save this one so I can take this drive with you again and again whenever I need the getaway.

LL*

Reviewed by rite

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

A stunning composition reflecting the reach of your spirit. We are all travelers, some even nomads in spacetime. We like to believe that we know where we're heading, but only few actually do. Countless pathways lead to one destiny. We are driven by what our perception and imagination is capable of containing. With that we draw our maps, changing them continuously. In spite of meteculous precaution we are lost still more often than we care to know. But it matters not which road we take, what we do or experience along the way, we will arrive at where we are destined to arrive when time is due. Along the way every once and a while beauty as expressed in this poem we encounter, taking away our worries of how to get there, replacing it by unshaking conviction that we will reach what we are determined to reach.

RAge

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

this verse paints such a beautiful, beautiful picture!!!!

Susan

Reviewed by totally anonymous (Reader)

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

lovely imagery beautiful pic

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

THAT is a GORGEOUS pic, and your beautiful words only enhance it--thank you, stunning combination, Susan!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

I'm 'bout MELTING in this heat. Bleah! LOL

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

Felt like I was right there, too - a wonderful poem, and a marvelous picture, Susan.

Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

Wonderful write Susan...I enjoyed the ride down this road...I love living in the south...thanks for sharing your graceful pen.

Allen

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

How great is this, such beautiful imagery! Your love of the south is evident in all of your works as it deserves to be. Thanks for sharing your joy with us! Stunning photo!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Aubrey Hammack

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

Susan-was this picture made on the Ficking Farm? This should be a Cherry Blossom Print. Nothing like Dixie. I never open the sunroof. Need to do that some.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

Susan

A carefree and happy go lucky feeling.... as you go winging your way through the delightful heartlands of sleepy Georgia..

You energize your poems with your youthful exuberance, which transmits into your gorgeous words on the paper..

And that is a superb cherry blossomed road in the picture

Love and Light
Peter

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

Ah, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, just passed through my thoughts as I was reading this beautiful poem of home. Touched me, I can tell ya.

Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

~~Susan~~the photo matches the beautiful bouquet of words in this poetic arrangement...wonderful~~

~~martin~~

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

As a Southern Belle you expound on the beauty around you and make it a part of your being. Well done.

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

excellent poem, Susan, about our most-blessed Georgia home. sing me songs about the Southland any day. wonderful pic, too. Dawn

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on July 8, 2006

Exceptionally moving write that shows how much depth of feeling you have for your home. It sounds wonderful and actually stirs feelings of my own home here in Nova Scotia so perhaps it is time for me to write one about her. Thanks Susan.

Fee