Been On Walkabout (poem) by Walt Hardester on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 13, 2016

To be free... ...what does that really mean in this world/life. I would not know since I don't think too many of us really are free. Thought-provoking, Walt. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on February 20, 2009

I love these words, WALK-ABout, I loved Crocodile Dundee episodes, never miss em'!
Free - as you expressed so eloquently in this poem, is what OUR MIND Perceives, to me!
Come home to the comforts of home, YOU work so hard and diligently for....
WRITE ON!
Warmest of Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExooo
Have a REALLY WONDERFUL WEEKEND!

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on January 28, 2009

home is where everyone's heart is....so we like to come baccccck...and share....thats all in it !!! neerja

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on January 21, 2009

Walt, we may be free of many things -- but psychological baggage is always imprinted into our gray matter, our memory bank -- it isn't going away -- so with that, we much each of us contend -- this is another write with a great lesson and a reminder of the realities of life -- thanks, I enjoyed it -- may love and peace bring you great joy my friend -- JMW

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 20, 2009

An excellent write, Walt; I, too, hope for freedom.

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

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on January 20, 2009

They said that if you wait long enough you will se.
Hope that's true.

Georg

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 20, 2009

Reflective thoughts as the day breaks and the sun rises

fee

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on January 20, 2009

Excellent poem,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Ted Bossis

Reviewed on January 20, 2009

I like where your going here (geographically & philosophically)-Ted

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 19, 2009

We are never totally free, for our active minds have too many memories that either make us happy or haunt us with sad events or things we did wrong. Yet there is much to enjoy if we let ourselves accept the changes that occur as we age. I always find something to do that pleases me,and I manage to stay happy within myself. Fine poem,Walt!

Eileen