INDEED, 'VINTAGE'...SO HARD TO FIND THESE DAYS. MANY ENVY THE YOUNG PEOPLE TODAY FOR THE TECHNOLOGY THAT IS AT THEIR FINGERTIPS, THAT THEY'VE BECOME SO ADAPTED TO. YET IN THE LIGHT OF THIS SHARING, I FEEL SORRY FOR THEM...THIS KIND OF LOVE BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN, I DARE SAY, MOST...WILL NEVER KNOW. SAD. THANKS FOR SHARING, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Thank you, La Belle, for those wonderful words about my poem Her. I dabble in poetry, you are a mistress master of the poetry craft. Heart-warming, touching and so deep. I read some of your other pieces. I've very impressed. Yes, you will live on in immortality.
If he's a dinosaur
the rest of us are yellow-bellied sapsuckers.
Guess I'd better brush up my Shakespeare.
My memory's a bit weak. Oh well. There's
always St. Jude to the rescue. Beautiful poem, Susan.
Oh, Susan you have captured the moment, the romance, and the fulfilling destiny with the lines of this absolutely stunning poem of love, very simply love.
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
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Chris H. Stevenson
the rest of us are yellow-bellied sapsuckers.
Guess I'd better brush up my Shakespeare.
My memory's a bit weak. Oh well. There's
always St. Jude to the rescue. Beautiful poem, Susan.
budd
Sandie