Southern Delicacies (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 30, 2007

Shades of old South--I like.

Ron

Reviewed by Pierre Ortega

Reviewed on October 22, 2007

Sounds delicious! I can't wait to get lost in a Dixie evening, Enjoyed this write, Love, Pierre

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on October 22, 2007

I love the South, she's a fine lady, as are you Susan. A beautiful write.

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on October 22, 2007

This is pretty hot!!
Feeding on those 'Southern Delicacies"
I need one of those cool Gulf breezes
That come from down under the Keys
To bring me back to reality.
Doug

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on October 22, 2007

Well, darlin, I surely feel the south in this poem..I visit Georgia often and that is definitely southern living.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 22, 2007

I've experienced the Spirit of the South many times, and I've always enjoyed it. And I think we should all try to experience the wondrous diversity of this country, North, South, East, and West.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Susan,

Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm! You've made me hungry!! Such a relaxed life, the Southerners lead: no hurry hurry worry worry. :) Beautiful reminder.

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

I'll pass on the molassas...one time, my ex's MIL, who was from Memphis, made a country breakfast: all the works. Got some pancakes, LOADED it up with maple syrup...I thought. Nope. Sorghum (spelling?) molassas!!!!!!!!!! Ewwwwwwwwwww Needless to say...LOL

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

one of these days, i must give it a shot ... hopefully soon ...

Reviewed by William Cryer (Reader)

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Most savory depiction here, Susan. Once, I made the mistake of refering to my hometown of Austin as part of the South, to someone who lived in Georgia. My friend was offended at the notion, and gave me a stern education on what was and wasn't the South, lol!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

i remember seeing the trees and spanish moss for the first time-it was magic

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Too late time has passed by but I'll take your word on it.

Reviewed by F William Broome

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

..... Now that's easy for a Savannah native to tell, but, Honeychild, don't give away all our secrets of what's good! Cool and shivering nights in the Southern mountains ain't nothing to sneeze with, either. A split log fire over in te corner keeps thing warmer and warming! And, apple pies from local trees whet an all night appetite, too! Y'all remember, now! - Bill

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

I didn't like those Southern shades. Rooms dark all day. The jasmine I did like. Great scent. Cheers

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

While I've never been down south, this sounds peaceful.

Kathy

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

I know another southern delicacy and everyone is happily reading her today . . . Beautifully done, Susan . . .

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Ok,, I am heading south,, Beautiul words,,and Jasmine in the air,,??
Take Care, Christine

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Your wonderful poetry paintings always leave me for a longing to jump in my old truck with just my guitar and a knapsack and keep heading south until I heard your yell of welcome. Very nice indeed my dear Susan.
hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Not to mention the Mountain of Stone, So many places to be alone. Well done Susan; I have always loved visiting the south.

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Sometimes I hear a transplanted yankee talking bout how they have never experienced real southern hospitality, and don't believe it exists. I usually say maybe if YOU would give up that yankee attitude, you might just see what I mean. Either that or get your sarcastic ass back home and shovel snow all winter.

Walt

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on October 21, 2007

Beautiful awakening of the senses (A simple beauty)love & illumination~Ted