Cornbread Crumbles (poem) by Sage Sweetwater on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 2, 2010

It ain't easy being heathen what with those pesky brooms beating me to the punch. Patrick

Reviewed on September 24, 2010

"cornbread crumbles", but of course! And even when there are no heathens present. "Quaker brooms sweep" everything off the floor including cornbread crumbs. But not the heathens themelves, who have a right to be there if they so choose. And no apologies must they give. Sage, the sound and aroma of this "cornbread crumbles" poem is sweet. I hope your day knows the sound and feel of joy and love my friend. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on September 24, 2010

That's the way the cornbread crumbles, Sage.
Apologize to whom? -gene.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on September 24, 2010

Life, and how it's lived is a personal thing...apologies? Only if they're heart felt...few lines, Sage...but oh so powerful!

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on September 23, 2010

Far worse than the apology would be the excuse...well done.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Don Juan Amante

Reviewed on September 23, 2010

never apologize unless you intend to change and that would be a pity.

Reviewed by jude forese