I Walk the Line (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 25, 2005

I don't smoke so missed out on drugs, but have no objection to people getting high. It might be heaven by the back door, but maybe my love of music is, too. Keeping a close watch on these poems of yours.... :-)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on December 15, 2005

I'd love to walk the line with you literally. I hope I do spiritually. For those who don't already know, this is an educational piece, Sage; and it is worthy of being expressed again. Thank you for this offering. Love and peace.

Regis

Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett

Reviewed on December 15, 2005

There is no shame at all in your expression and i admire that about you. As writers we are so free and free enough to write about anything. Another pleasure, Aleja bennett

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

Is that a dope on legs...lols
I walk the line along with you and Johnny Cash.. Sage
Love
Peter

Reviewed by Kristian Mahrling-Harding

Reviewed on December 13, 2005

it's been a long time sage, glad to see you are still penning. the graphic is cute, the piece is informative...leading as well.lol.
hope all is well with you and yours.
love and light
krissy

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

I want some of that tea...maybe they won't check for it when I get my "whiz quiz", lol! Of course I never inhaled, I just exhaled...ed

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

the indians utilized cannabis as a hemp product and also smoked it during festive events and spiritual gatherings ... they lived long lives, were spiritually evolved and mainatined balance with nature ... a lesson to be learned? too bad the white man only drank alcohol, perhaps things would be different ...

Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop

Reviewed on December 12, 2005

there's a tale im told via respectable sources that here on the yorkshire moors & north when hemp & flax were manafuctered in the textile mills, it was the whisky distillerys that were illegal & who would conceal their hideouts in these plantations. on one such occasion when a force of police plodding on foot through these hectares discovered a hideout distillery with its inmate dead but whose body was perfectly preserved after six months. the allusion being that was why he was discovered, the quality of the home brew whisky, the pure cold & of course the fine hemp forests, im sure he slept on a bed of cones too. saludos