Dandelions and Buttercups (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)

Reviewed on September 7, 2007

The sweet nostalgia of this poem leaves me teary eyed. Nights of sitting round the dinner table with the entire family have faded in many of our lives, but the memories made there are still strong. Gorgeous work, Fee. Lydia

Reviewed by John Perry (Reader)

Reviewed on September 5, 2007

Hey, that was my room just to dad's left. Well, actually the window was over the stairs, but I slept in the hall at the top of the stairs.

I have to get copies of those Pics.

love ya bro,

John

Reviewed by Selena Dobbin-Gillis

Reviewed on September 5, 2007

Dear cuz this is so beautiful and yes I remember the games we played outside, there was always so much enjoyment and great memories. And yes I remember our mother calling us with a smile on her face. It was sad though the thought of going home after our play to where our father would be waiting for us. But the good memories will stay with us forever.

Love you
Selena

Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

It is great that you have great memories like this to share with many who can't recall them. We'd played games into the night also but never would there be any laughter or fun such as you recall within those walls. Thank you. Lady J

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Great nostalgic offering Felix!!

Lvoe Tinka

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

I wold have loved to be one of those children with a mother coming to snugle me before I went to sleep.
Great nostalgic picture where love was the centerpiece.
Georg

Reviewed by Missy Cross (Reader)

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Ah Fee, those were the days, weren't they? When the trees we climbed served as our pirate ship... :) Loved this. xox Missy

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Wonderful memories, Fee. I hadn't thought of Red Rover in a long time. How much fun were those youth-filled days?! They were the best and thankfully, we keep a piece of them alive in our memories.

I agree with Elizabeth, Loved it!
Jill

Reviewed by Elizabeth Parsons

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Ah, Fee...this evokes so many emotions of summer warmth, family love, and the good, safe, cherished memories of childhood. Loved it, Elizabeth

And Fee, I'm so sorry for your family's recent loss. Take care.

Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)

Reviewed on September 4, 2007

Such beautiful memories Fee, I remember them hard wood floor days...ouch! Ya think God will know the pain we went thru for him? lol
Hugs and Love, Peggy

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

Nostalgia at its finest.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

nostalgia and innocence are everywhere in this write-i am sure it will stir the same in most who read-

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

wonderful moments, Felix ...

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

Where we lived in northern Alberta, we did not have television. That happened when we moved to BC. I do remember macaroni and tomato sauce though; that was a staple along with homemade bread, homemade butter, and eggs and meat from the farm. I also remember hauling snow to melt for water in the winter. Running water in the house? Heck no. Oh, and we did not have a car either. Thank God for kind neighbours. Sweet memories, Fee. Thanks for sharing them. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

And after years...we still snug into bed and dream of things...these things you write of...not recognizing the simpler moments until now.
enjoyed and well done...
John

Reviewed by Ann Scarborough

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

We didn't have tv until 1963. You were lucky. Had a party line. Great poem Fee.
Ann

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

Oh, Fe, this just FILLS me with warm, fuzzy feelings and memories of home. It's beautifully written, and overflowing with the security of your (and my) childhood home. You've given me a big smile and the feeling of having been hugged by Mom.

Connie

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

Remembering ...
Hey, you were luckier than I. It was come home do the homework, dinner, dishes, finish homework and if lucky watch a little TV.

My life - a bit mundane, much like yours - but not too tame!

The games we played with total abandonment were always riotous and exhilarating fun. Oh, to be that carefree, again.

Kathy

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

Felix, I was born in 1959, when that pic was taken! Boy, now I realllllly feel old! LOL Still and all, a great photo, and a wonderful write! Very well done; bravo, Hurricane Felix! :)

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

Saving this one! :)

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

Shooot, do I remember? Oh, man, yeah. Those were the good ole days. Excellently captured in verse, (((Fee))), well done.

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

Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow

Reviewed on September 3, 2007

So many times we hear that we can't go home again.... and I always think oh yes we can and our memories take us there...))
Lovely poem Fee..

Myrna

Momma would say one more hour you can play