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rispetto poetry

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Comment from jkhudson
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What a great nostalgic poem! I remember cringing each time I emptied the boys pockets. No telling what I would find in there, and yes, sometimes I found tadpoles. Poor little things,most often dead and squished by then! It seems as if you are building a book of nostalgic poetry, a sort of yesteryear trip. Very good! ~:O) J

 Comment Written 13-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 13-Jun-2009
    Thank you, Jules - glad I connected with your memories, even if they're memories of squished, dead things. LOL Brooke
Comment from Gaye Hemsley
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Hi Brooke What a lovely poem with so many memories. As children we certainly had lots of adventure. I just think back of the things I got up to that my parents didn't know about. We are lucky we don't have any nasty stingy wees.Great choice of artwork. Cheers Gaye

 Comment Written 13-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 13-Jun-2009
    Gaye, thank you - glad I connected with your memories :-) Brooke
Comment from prodigal
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That little girl looks like she is just trouble. LOL. I think you did good with this poem. Rhymed and flowed well and had a nice bit of playful nostalgia. Well done- Sam

 Comment Written 11-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Thanks Sam, it is always lovely to hear from you. Brooke :-)
Comment from sgalletti
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You bring back vivid memories of my own rebellious adventures as a child in Florida - catching tadpoles! Wanting so much to watch them grow up as frogs (and, maybe, as princes!). Loved your author's notes on this one.

 Comment Written 11-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Sue, thank you for your kind comments - is there a reason for the 4 - something you feel is lacking? Brooke
reply by sgalletti on 11-Jun-2009
    I simply goofed! I am going through so many messages I am not spending the time I should in the responses. Making typos and making mistakes. So, I will slow down. Is there a way I can "fix" this??????? Please let me know and I will....Plus, it will be another good lesson for me on how to navigate FS. Thanks for asking the question. I would not have known otherwise. Sue
reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    yes, just go back to my poem that still has your review printed under it and enter 5 stars - people update ratings all the time either because they made a mistake or they re-rate someone after the person makes corrections they suggested :-) Don't worry about it - I appreciate your changing it :-) Brooke
reply by sgalletti on 11-Jun-2009
    Done! And, I learned yet one more lesson! Thanks!
Comment from Nanny 6
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I loved this, Brooke! The childhood memories were so vivid in your poem. I like the way you describe the creek, that no artist would set up their easel to paint a picture of the stream, must have been real ugly, but the memories created wer beautiful! Judy

 Comment Written 11-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Yes, this was not a picturesque place that any adult would identify as a great place to immortalize :-) But we loved it. Thanks, Brooke :-)
Comment from Kentucky Sweet Pea
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Brooke, we grew up part of the time in Eastern Kentucky, while my daddy would have to go fight in Vietnam. We were never told we couldn't go play in the creek or anywhere for that matter. We loved it, too, and the minnows, crawdads and dragonflies entertained us endlessly. On higher ground it was the honey bees that my grandpa raised and the hummingbirds and butterflies that frequented my gran's beautiful, showcase yard. Thanks for reminding me of those happy childhood days! Great work, as always, my friend.

Penny

 Comment Written 11-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Your creek and all the other places of your childhood sound absolutely lovely - loved those crawdads and dragonflies too :-) Thanks so much, Pen. Brooke
reply by Kentucky Sweet Pea on 13-Jun-2009
    you are welcome!
Comment from Mrs Happy Poet
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It is amazing what adventures we had when we were younger when getting bored we would go and investigate even to us the things that seemed out of bounds by our parents were the most exciting and rewarding well done regards Fuller

 Comment Written 11-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Thanks, Fuller - glad you have good childhood memories, too. Brooke :-)
Comment from AlvinTEthington
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A good rispetto that has an anamnestic quality. You do make the reader nostalgic for the simplicity of childhoood.

Perfect iambic tetrameter and good use of the abab ccdd rhyme scheme.

Excellent juxtaposition of picture and poem.

 Comment Written 10-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Thank you, Alvin. I appreciate your kind review. Brooke
Comment from Max
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Lovely verse that captures a childhood memory very well. The white on blue really helped visualize this aspect. I enjoyed every bit of it. Good one.

 Comment Written 10-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 11-Jun-2009
    Max, thank you so much for this most generous and thoughtful review!! Sorry it took me a day to reply - this got buried under newer reviews. Brooke :-)
Comment from Allmine
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Life was simpler then. There is no way that I would ever let my child even ride her bike down the street now, and that is so sad. She'll never know the joy I did growing up. This is such a breezy poem, and the words just roll

 Comment Written 10-Jun-2009


reply by the author on 10-Jun-2009
    Hey, I used to ride my bike from where I lived in the suburbs down one major rode to Main Street, then down Main Street many blocks to the street where my piano teacher lived in town - this had to be more than two miles, maybe 3. I think if any parent sent a 10 year old kid on a bike down those same roads today, charges could be brought if the kid survived the trip at all. Thanks so much. Brooke :-)
reply by Allmine on 10-Jun-2009
    Yeah like the woman who let her son ride the subway by himself....