Backyard Treasures
Memories of a time when a feather was a treasure96 total reviews
Comment from Parissa
This poem reminds me of when I was a child and go digging for treasure in the backyard. Nice description and this poem is easy to read. Thanks for sharing.
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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This poem reminds me of when I was a child and go digging for treasure in the backyard. Nice description and this poem is easy to read. Thanks for sharing.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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thank you - you are most kind to share your memories with me. Glad you like the poem!
Comment from Moira's Amethyst
This was wonderful. I am intrigued by how well you express yourself. I think you have knack for this poetry thing. Great work! Please, take care.
Poetry's Protege
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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This was wonderful. I am intrigued by how well you express yourself. I think you have knack for this poetry thing. Great work! Please, take care.
Poetry's Protege
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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thank you so very much - I am touched by the warmth of your words :-)
Comment from mariejames
Another excellent poem. You speak of my childhood as well. What fond memories you have managed to bring me with this lovely piece. Beautifully written. I truly enjoy your style of writing. Excellent descriptions provide vivid imagery-kudos!
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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Another excellent poem. You speak of my childhood as well. What fond memories you have managed to bring me with this lovely piece. Beautifully written. I truly enjoy your style of writing. Excellent descriptions provide vivid imagery-kudos!
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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I love it when you say I speak of your childhood as well because my goal is to write about experiences other people will identify with and share with me :-) Thank you!
Comment from P1
you really are master of your crast.
the picture is amazing and the words
are perfect. times sure have changed
nobody looks forward to anything anymore
everything has to be in the here and now
nothing means anything. oh i am depressing
myself. thanks for this hugs lynda.
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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you really are master of your crast.
the picture is amazing and the words
are perfect. times sure have changed
nobody looks forward to anything anymore
everything has to be in the here and now
nothing means anything. oh i am depressing
myself. thanks for this hugs lynda.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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oh, don't depress yourself - that was so not my intention :-) Thank you for yet another gracious review :-)
Comment from PoesyPoet
We must have grown up in the same era. I remember hunting for the four leaf clovers. The were so hard and rare to find and I only found the three leaf ones. I admire yours a bit more as my backyard was the streets of inner city Brooklyn, NY.
Thanks for sharing your memories.
PP
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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We must have grown up in the same era. I remember hunting for the four leaf clovers. The were so hard and rare to find and I only found the three leaf ones. I admire yours a bit more as my backyard was the streets of inner city Brooklyn, NY.
Thanks for sharing your memories.
PP
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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my mother and her siblings were raised in Brooklyn before their family moved to Hicksville on Long Island, so they all had the accent :-) I was born in 1951 if that clears up our being from the same era. Thanks so much for your very warm and gracious review :-)
Comment from Lynar
I enjoyed your imagery in language. It was your personal life experience with the wonderful, environment of nature by observation, written from memory that you found exciting, in your back yard. Your four line stanzas, mimic the mind in remembering events. It created a pattern to guide me. As narrator your epiphany was shown here. I saw scene shift, (search yard, find reward), Focus shift, (seeds from Maple tree), Mood (I am not an heir) etc. In wrap-up, you are blessed with natures treasures, in your backyard. Impressive artwork. (hatchling blue robins). I would recommend to my friends, Backyard treasures. No adverse comments. Excellent.
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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I enjoyed your imagery in language. It was your personal life experience with the wonderful, environment of nature by observation, written from memory that you found exciting, in your back yard. Your four line stanzas, mimic the mind in remembering events. It created a pattern to guide me. As narrator your epiphany was shown here. I saw scene shift, (search yard, find reward), Focus shift, (seeds from Maple tree), Mood (I am not an heir) etc. In wrap-up, you are blessed with natures treasures, in your backyard. Impressive artwork. (hatchling blue robins). I would recommend to my friends, Backyard treasures. No adverse comments. Excellent.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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what a most thorough and thoughtful review! wish I had reviewer nominations left. Thank you so much for your time and your care in responding to my poem :-)
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My pleasure, adewpearl
Comment from c_lucas
The wonderful world of a child's imaginative kingdom. A very well written poem with a good rhyming scheme that leads to a smooth read. The poem has good imagery and descriptive scheme.
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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The wonderful world of a child's imaginative kingdom. A very well written poem with a good rhyming scheme that leads to a smooth read. The poem has good imagery and descriptive scheme.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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thank you so very much for these warm and kind remarks! :-)
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You're welcome.
Comment from joan marie
Backyard Helicoters, I remember those. Where did you grow up? Amazing what is right under your nose and the hustle and bustle of everyday life makes us blind to it. Great photo. Although, in this case the imagery was large enough not to need one. Just kind of an added bonuse. Will be on and off due to supreme pain now moving up into left shoulder. Hard to type. So bear with me if you don't hear from me for a couple of days. joan marie
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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Backyard Helicoters, I remember those. Where did you grow up? Amazing what is right under your nose and the hustle and bustle of everyday life makes us blind to it. Great photo. Although, in this case the imagery was large enough not to need one. Just kind of an added bonuse. Will be on and off due to supreme pain now moving up into left shoulder. Hard to type. So bear with me if you don't hear from me for a couple of days. joan marie
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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I'm so sorry to hear about the pain you are in - I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. I'm so glad you like my backyard memories and that you too remember the maple seeds. I grew up very near where I now live, close to Valley Forge, PA, which is a half hour from Philly - lots of maple and oak trees around here. Thank you for your most gracious review that you took the time to write despite your pain :-)
Comment from CaseyMezera
Hello, I think it's a great subject and a descriptive poem.
The first line in the second stanza needs a comma, I think. also, though your count is correct, the meter is off in places like...
"Was ever a trove of such treasure
among the wealth of the world's richest courts?"
Because the word world is in there it creats a pause that the rhyming line doesn't have and throws off the meter a bit. Try something like
"Was ever a trove of treasure among --delete 'such', move 'among' up a line
the wealth of her majesty's richest courts?"
Thanks,
Casey
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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Hello, I think it's a great subject and a descriptive poem.
The first line in the second stanza needs a comma, I think. also, though your count is correct, the meter is off in places like...
"Was ever a trove of such treasure
among the wealth of the world's richest courts?"
Because the word world is in there it creats a pause that the rhyming line doesn't have and throws off the meter a bit. Try something like
"Was ever a trove of treasure among --delete 'such', move 'among' up a line
the wealth of her majesty's richest courts?"
Thanks,
Casey
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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thank you for taking the time to review
Comment from wazzo
No I have never put a maple seed pod on my nose, there are not many local to me, but yes we as kids told the time by blowing on the dandelion, one oclock, two oclock and so on until all the parachutes had blown away. We also have a ivy type plant named convulvus, we squeezed the bottom of the trumpet flower and cried grandfather, grandfather pop out of bed. But that was all 60+ years ago now, memories.Nice poem good rhyme Albert.
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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No I have never put a maple seed pod on my nose, there are not many local to me, but yes we as kids told the time by blowing on the dandelion, one oclock, two oclock and so on until all the parachutes had blown away. We also have a ivy type plant named convulvus, we squeezed the bottom of the trumpet flower and cried grandfather, grandfather pop out of bed. But that was all 60+ years ago now, memories.Nice poem good rhyme Albert.
Comment Written 22-Sep-2008
reply by the author on 22-Sep-2008
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I am not familiar with the trumpet flower game, so thank you for sharing that with me. I'm glad my memories prompted your own memories :-) Thank you for this kind review :-)
