Nature Girl (poem) by Christine Alwin on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 7, 2012

Christine, to the core of the emotion you ran with concepts fresh as you abandoned the baggage of mundane preconceptions we all carry, "strip me naked in core of woods" - this is fine poetry and I'm glad you shared it for our enjoyment - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on May 3, 2012

Your kinship and closeness with nature shine through your verses here, Christine. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on May 3, 2012

Pristine in nature's beauty in
your finest poetry bestowing of tomorrow.
Lovely art flowing into your verses Christine.

"John, you are an inspiration in joyful heart."

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on May 2, 2012

the flute of Pan does call...
well done, christine.

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on May 1, 2012

EVERY DAY...NATURE IS RENEWED AND WAITS...FOR US TO PARTAKE OF ITS MIRACULOUS REFRESHING. WELL DONE, CHRISTINE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on May 1, 2012

serenity now. This is softly alluring and a pleasure to read!

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

Empathic are you? The beauty of transforming into something light and beautiful is astounding in the glory of those wings and within the edges of a breeze.
Amor

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

Naked, where?
Divine words in a cosy dream like state.

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

This is awesome, Christine!!!

Anna

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

Quite a lesson in the birds and the bees. Makes you more than a free-spirited poet. Makes you a nature girl. Love it.

Ron

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on April 30, 2012

Kudos to John and to You, Nature Girl.

Reviewed by Douglas Bentley

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

I hear the whippoorwill sing
He calls to his mate
But the hawk drives down
And digs his claws in
But all he manages to get is his torn up skin
And a few feathers plucked
Some birds have all the luck.

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

~Love, love, love your painting
of words so worthy of nature
and You, *Dear Christine* plus
our gentle *John* for the nudge~

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Oh to be a chameleon watching nature's magic unfold!
Love this!!!
Blessings, xx
Christine

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

thank you, Christine, for the mention,
most generous of you;
i didn't expect this, not sure what i expected
really but this is far beyond anything
i thought you might write and i love every line of it

john

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Christine,
wondeful play on imagery and words.
Budd

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Wow, Christine this is absolutely splendid, as it sure does make the reader feel like their right there as you described it wonderfully as always my friend Outstanding Poetry!!! Laura

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Christine, I love everything about this poem. The image you chose, the lyrical feel, your visual pictures you draw in this reader's mind, very, very well done!!!
thanks John for giving Christine the inspiration for this poem!!!

Peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Diana Wiles

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Delightful, whimsical and 'light as air' piece...and so beautifully written.
I saw it, felt it, and caught the lingering scent of cherry blossom...
One for my library! :)
Love, Diana...

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on April 29, 2012

Be careful, Christine, John is world known for getting young ladies in trouble, beware!

You had a wonderful play on words within the boundaries of this flighty and spring-like poem. I really liked the whimsical nature you promoted. Maybe John steered you in the right direction after all.