Treasure is Transported
rhyming quatrains152 total reviews
Comment from TOMORAL
Awee. I think God made those dandelions gone to seed for us children and those as precious as Sawyer to spread them around. How I remember those days as well. Blessings~
reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014
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Awee. I think God made those dandelions gone to seed for us children and those as precious as Sawyer to spread them around. How I remember those days as well. Blessings~
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014
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Tomoral, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from donaldww
Treasure is once again transported by the ubiquitous dandelion seed, albeit from under a blanket of melting snow.
Spreading their gold, carpeting the parks and lawns, What better way to spend time than spreading springtime cheer?
Happy spring!
Cheers,
DW
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Treasure is once again transported by the ubiquitous dandelion seed, albeit from under a blanket of melting snow.
Spreading their gold, carpeting the parks and lawns, What better way to spend time than spreading springtime cheer?
Happy spring!
Cheers,
DW
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Donald, thank you so much, my friend :-) Brooke
Comment from GWHARGIS
I wish there were dandelions around here. We are still in winter high dress. It was seventy degrees here today but the trees are still virtually bare. Nice hint of things to come. Great pic.
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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I wish there were dandelions around here. We are still in winter high dress. It was seventy degrees here today but the trees are still virtually bare. Nice hint of things to come. Great pic.
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Gretchen, I wish that too - my grandson lives in southern California, unlike his grandmother, who has snow predicted for Tuesday :-) Thanks so much :-) Brooke
Comment from DR DIP
Yeah I like it Brooke.. your second verse, metaphorically lost me a bit I'm afraid:
Laying golden carpets --
there can't be a career
where time is spent more wisely
than spreading springtime cheer.
'laying golden carpets' ?
can you just elaborate on the relevance and meaning? just thought the second verse got a bit deep thats all...had to start actually thinking harder than usual of what you meant i think the problem here is personally i write in ver simplistic verse where each line's meaning is obvious at first glance and that is generally your style as well neverthe less you are the queen of flow and canter!
xxdip
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Yeah I like it Brooke.. your second verse, metaphorically lost me a bit I'm afraid:
Laying golden carpets --
there can't be a career
where time is spent more wisely
than spreading springtime cheer.
'laying golden carpets' ?
can you just elaborate on the relevance and meaning? just thought the second verse got a bit deep thats all...had to start actually thinking harder than usual of what you meant i think the problem here is personally i write in ver simplistic verse where each line's meaning is obvious at first glance and that is generally your style as well neverthe less you are the queen of flow and canter!
xxdip
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Thank you, Dip. When dandelions grow wild, they look like a carpet of gold to me, and people who install carpets are said to lay carpets, which is a career. I thought it was humorous to think of children who blow dandelion seeds and spread them as people who have a career laying golden carpets. It didn't even occur to me that this had gotten "deep." Brooke :-)
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well there you go!.... a much "shallower" explanation that expains it it wasn't too deep after all lol
dip
Comment from Giddy Nielsen-Sweep
Oh, precisely. What could be wiser then spreading springtime cheer? And dandelion seeds are quite a treasure when you think about it. It's a wonder they haven't been used as currency. Giddy
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Oh, precisely. What could be wiser then spreading springtime cheer? And dandelion seeds are quite a treasure when you think about it. It's a wonder they haven't been used as currency. Giddy
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Giddy, thank you so much :-) Broke
Comment from the blue pixel
Your favourite subjects in the one poem Brooke. How perfect to have your little grandson AND a dandelion together. I read your 2nd stanza a few times as I always do as on first reading, all your poems read beautifully and smoothly and all that 'easy to read' kind of stuff but there is always something inside your words that come through to me and in this work, it is how a spring carpet, golden here, is responsible for spreading happiness and smiles on ALL faces, even the most hardened as the dormant nature of winter makes way for the birth of the season that brings new life into all things, including us. I am much more than just a fan of Adewpearl for there are so many of those. I am a true appreciator of the thoughts and expressions in the beautiful mind of Brooke, the person. As we are now in Autumn, approaching the Australian winter, I am again reminded of how strange and wonderful our world is. xx Carol
reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014
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Your favourite subjects in the one poem Brooke. How perfect to have your little grandson AND a dandelion together. I read your 2nd stanza a few times as I always do as on first reading, all your poems read beautifully and smoothly and all that 'easy to read' kind of stuff but there is always something inside your words that come through to me and in this work, it is how a spring carpet, golden here, is responsible for spreading happiness and smiles on ALL faces, even the most hardened as the dormant nature of winter makes way for the birth of the season that brings new life into all things, including us. I am much more than just a fan of Adewpearl for there are so many of those. I am a true appreciator of the thoughts and expressions in the beautiful mind of Brooke, the person. As we are now in Autumn, approaching the Australian winter, I am again reminded of how strange and wonderful our world is. xx Carol
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 23-Mar-2014
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Carol, thank you so much, my friend :-) I am so grateful for your kind and encouraging comments. Brooke
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You're always Brooke. I see a post from you and I always know that I will get a great deal out of the sentiments you express. xx Carol
Comment from seaglass
Here is another wonderful rhyming poem, ever so much your trademark. And another lovely picture of Sawyer. I did this litter ritual so many times as a child, and included a wish that would only come true if all the tiny poofs were blown off. A great spring time poem.
reply by the author on 24-Mar-2014
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Here is another wonderful rhyming poem, ever so much your trademark. And another lovely picture of Sawyer. I did this litter ritual so many times as a child, and included a wish that would only come true if all the tiny poofs were blown off. A great spring time poem.
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 24-Mar-2014
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seaglass, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Father Flaps
Hi Brooke
I know I've told you this before. When I was a young lad, my friends & I would gather a handful of dandelions gone to seed. We'd blow them into the air, and pretend they were soldiers parachuting into France in World War II. Imagination. When I was a kid, we made up our own games. And it didn't cost a thing. Little did we know, we were to blame for so many dandelions!
"Treasure is transported"... nice alliteration. And you label the "weeds" as a "treasure". Good for you!
And I like your conclusion, that we weren't spreading weeds. We were spreading Spring!
Guess what... it's snowing here right this minute. Winter is weakening, but not down for the count.
Nicely penned! Love the picture of little Sawyer.
your fan,
Kimbob
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Hi Brooke
I know I've told you this before. When I was a young lad, my friends & I would gather a handful of dandelions gone to seed. We'd blow them into the air, and pretend they were soldiers parachuting into France in World War II. Imagination. When I was a kid, we made up our own games. And it didn't cost a thing. Little did we know, we were to blame for so many dandelions!
"Treasure is transported"... nice alliteration. And you label the "weeds" as a "treasure". Good for you!
And I like your conclusion, that we weren't spreading weeds. We were spreading Spring!
Guess what... it's snowing here right this minute. Winter is weakening, but not down for the count.
Nicely penned! Love the picture of little Sawyer.
your fan,
Kimbob
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Thank you so much, Kimbob. We are due snow on Tuesday. Holy Crap! :-) Brooke
Comment from Just Pete
A very charming poem about a favourite childhood pasttime. Blowing those dandilion seeds had an almost magical attraction, although I was always discouraged from doing it because it spread the weed all over the place. Once again, great rhyme and displays originality.
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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A very charming poem about a favourite childhood pasttime. Blowing those dandilion seeds had an almost magical attraction, although I was always discouraged from doing it because it spread the weed all over the place. Once again, great rhyme and displays originality.
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Pete, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from Dawn Munro
Sheesh - the "awwww" factor, AGAIN! I'm lost for words when I read your poems, over and over again, Brooke, because that reaction is the first one I always have! This is just precious! (I am such a fan, seriously!)
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Sheesh - the "awwww" factor, AGAIN! I'm lost for words when I read your poems, over and over again, Brooke, because that reaction is the first one I always have! This is just precious! (I am such a fan, seriously!)
Comment Written 22-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 22-Mar-2014
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Dawn, thank you so much :-) Brooke
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You are so welcome, Brooke. :)
