Neath the Trees of Yesteryear (poem) by Cryssa C on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Mary Coe

Reviewed on March 19, 2008

A beautiful write. You took me back to the memory of my childhood.

Reviewed on February 22, 2008

Cryssa, this is wonderful, because it takes us all back to the memory of when we were children, and that bond between siblings...although at times, it could be trying...lol.

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on February 21, 2008

I used to feed my dolls to our St. Bernard, Cochise...He would of loved "Tom-a-hawk Baby"! :)
My brother and I would then head off to our tree fort, laughing about how fast Cochise bit her head off and devoured her in two seconds flat! LOL!
Memories...from the corner of my mind...
Enjoyed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on February 19, 2008

Shame on the little rat! I loved dolls. . .okay, I ruined more than one. Back in those days, you couldn't do a n y t h i n g with their hair.

Give anything to have my brother back, but man, can they be pests.

Tryin' t'see the funny side, but. . .NOT.

Mucho well told, however.

Now go buy yourself a doll in a beautiful dress. . .in a pretty case?

Hugs!

'Pea'

Reviewed by l West (Reader)

Reviewed on February 19, 2008

Oh how well we remember that song. I think the worst part was that I never remembered that Sally even had a name. And every time the subject came up we all burst into laughter and sang the Tom-a-hawk baby song. Sorry that probably hurt your feelings. Evan is such a nice big brother now, even though he is still a bit of a tease.

Reviewed by Ahna C

Reviewed on February 19, 2008

I think this is definitely one of my favorites. A very touching tribute to a wonderful childhood companion. hee,hee...
I will never be able to hear the "Cherokee People" song and sing any words other than Tom-a-hawk Baby. Psychologists sometimes say that violence is an act of jealousy, maybe Uncle Evan was jealous of you because you had a cute little brunette girlfriend. hee...hee...
Love Ahna

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on February 19, 2008

In my very very younger days I was a little firecracker that gave a eye-shiners to a few bullies...
Sorry about Tom-a-hawk Baby though.

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Just adorable and brings back many memories of days gone by, sometimes gone by much too fast....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

I too was reminded of childhood days today and I wrote about one particulare "event" which I posted here. Your verses do indeed awaken memories. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

... I hope you hid his pistol caps and tore the wheels off his dumper truck, Cryssa! Girls always play (ahem!) fair but they certainly also know how to play mean... Give me a hamster or a stick insect any day... I too had three older brothers who teased me mercilessly, yet I only adored them even more. And so strange how boys will make a weapon out of ANYTHING... Neat memoir. xx

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Kids will be kids but it is painful when it happens.

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

...wonderful memories...remembrance...and I admit...myself...colored memories...of pain and suffering...I might have caused to my sister's dolls.
you have brought it all back...very vividly...
John

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

How well you tell the story,making us recall similar moments.Wonderful poem Cryssa!

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Evans above. That's a brothers job. Bit like my son at the weekend, playing with his cousin, a game that shoul have been kinda friendly on ps2, instead of hide n seek, became hide and kill....

Man my 3 sisters prolly have heaps to recall..... Tiny tears, the doll fill it with water and she cries real tears.... LOL fill it wih tomato catchup and........ there's a scream....

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Oh, dear!! I know how it is to have a sibling tormenting me when I was little; I had two older sisters who gave me no END of grief, and our brother was good at picking on us, too! I also got it from my twin sister; I got it from both ends. I'd then take my frustrations out on the poor cat! (NO kicking the cat, just picking on her, to make her hiss. Mean, I know, but we thought it was hilarious!) It's a wonder the cat lived as long as she did; nearly nineteen years old when she finally kicked the bucket! LOL

Good write, but brings back memories. Hopefully by now he's gotten past that mean streak; my second oldest sister has; I don't know about the oldest one, though....*sigggggggggggh* My twin has moved past this too, but she still has her moments. :) I do too; I can be as stubborn as a mule at times! TRUST me. Ask StormSpinner; she knows! LOL

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

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Great example of blank verse, but I ended up laughing instead of crying-- he cut off all her hair! A regular Sid with toys, he was. Poor, poor Sally... --Charlie

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on February 18, 2008

Poor Sally, poor you, having a brother tormenting you like he did! Hopefully (by now) he's outgrown it - leaving you with the memories. Well penned, Cryssa, I felt your sadness.

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