A Farm's Serenity (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on November 5, 2008

There is nothing quite like living on a farm...Your poem brought back my own nostalgic memories of growing up on a farm.

Cryssa

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on October 31, 2008

Fee,
Sounds like a hard but rewarding life. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on October 31, 2008

Aww, how wonderful. For a city boy you've got just the right amount of farmland-novelty in your veins. Great pic, too.
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on October 31, 2008

Well You Know I Am A Farm Girl, I Love Love Love It!
I Also Loved To Read Your Poem
"A Farm's Serenity" takes us all to the fields of a farmer harvesting
the seasons of life....
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

I've often love to live in a farm. It's my view as an ideal life to be living in a farm, having some farm animals. I don't now why I like that, I guess each of us have our own view of an ideal lifestyle, and mine is in a farm.

My first children's story, "Best Friends" was written with a farm as the background for the story.

Nice poem Fee!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

P.S. Please read my latest poem, I'm coming to your Halloween party too!!!... :o)

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

My farm-gal nostalgia rises up to meet you here, Darlin Pops! :)) A farm upbringing is synonomous with a sense of well-being, peppered with toil and struggle. But always bonding with earth, man and beast. Jaime Lee looks just the picture sitting up there and I can feel all the tractor bits through her somehow... just the smell of the axle grease does me in!! :)) xxxx Some very concrete images to grab hold of in this piece, too, which brings it all home and keeps it so very down-to-earth. xx

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

I did not grow up on a farm but I did grow up rural.. I'd not trade it for the world..) Great poem!

Myrna

Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

I can remember playing on granddads farm and lovning it so much couldnt wait to go back. thanks Fee for bringing back some good memories. Great write and a very cute Granddaughter.
hugs
Kathy Lynn

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

Oh this is lovely writing sweet Fee,your granddaughter is so beautiful..well done indeed..have a wonderful and safe day...Hugsss

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

I didn't know that in Nova Scotia child labor was legal! ! !

Georg

PS: you lying Canuck trying to make us believe you are younger, that's not your grandaughter but your greatgreatgranddaughter! ! !
Gotcha!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

Oh yes forgot to mention that little darlin sitting up on the tractor is my oldest granddaughter (almost five) Jaime Lee, her and I had taken a road trip together up to a farm to do a corn maze and pick a pumpkin from the field.
Fee

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

I, too, was a city boy, and I, too, always loved our trips out to quaint old family and friend farms. I never wanted to go home; and your poem brings me some wonderful childhood memories.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on October 30, 2008

Beautiful and serene write. I love the photo, too!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

i can seeit, taste it, feel it and smell it--all the senses of the farm with a fair bit of nostagia as well-lovely!

Reviewed by larry linville

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

I was raised on the farm. You've just helped me have some pleasant memories.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

We had the family farms when I was a kid,too. Dairy Goats at ours, apples, peaches, nectarines and pears at my great aunts and table grapes at my cousins house. Lots to do at harvest time, though our farm was all year for milk, goat cheeses and eggs. We also had a large vegetable garden that went year around (So. California) and lots of fruit and nut trees. Life was busy, but it was also a lot simpler, then. Those are very fond memories for me. Thank you for sharing your memoies to jog my own.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

What beautiful memories and an Angel sitting on the tractor, give JLee a kiss for me. Thank you for sharing Felix.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

Beautiful memory Felix. You've lived a hard, but good life. I can tell by this poem, you appreciate what you have. ~ Sara

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

Delightful write, Farmer Fee; well done! Love the piccy!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

I know! There is something about a farm,,,,I love falling asleep to the moos of the cows..you might me a city boy,, but you got those country genes within! Another delight Fee
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

And this is why i love the country and expresses my ideal way to live- thanks for this peaceful view, takes the reader away.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

Sounds nice, lived at the shore all my life, never tried farm life, probably never will...but it sounds an idealic existence, through hard work & love of family...Ed

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on October 29, 2008

Oh Fee I was sitting there going back in time sitting on my great uncles porch with family and all those kids. It was a beautiful memory for you and you brought back to life all mine. True talent of a poet when he can make you feel the crispness in the wind and feel the joy of just being there. Tantastic writes. Love and hugs, Bonnie