A Place Called Jackson Comments

I love these poems so much

I love Joyce’s poem. We used to e-mail years back. I lost track and I sad about that

A great tribute poem to your aunt & uncle.

My second visit to this poem is equally rewarding. This lends the place being described here a special touch with a nostalgic charm. Thanks again.

With tearful eyes I said my goodbyes To Aunt and Uncle, many years ago. Nostalgic, very tragic to leave the dear one. Thanks poet. 10

Now, in mid August of each year The constellation of Jackson churches Pay homage to that name so dear. Nice poem. Thanks

Beautiful poem with nice beginning... With tearful eyes I said my goodbyes To Aunt and Uncle, many years ago. Congratulation for being selected as the poem of the day.

What a wonderful tribute, Joyce. Thanks for sharing this poem.

a nice sweet sad poem of memories of a place once lived? ....................well penned.

A beautifully conceived equally beautiful song of life. Congrats.

Reminds me of the song BIGGER THAN ELVIS popularized by CHICAGO... Such a very nice poem for the day... Big congrats for the vote of 10+++++++

With tearful eyes I said my goodbyes To Aunt and Uncle, many years ago. Their home was Jackson Tennessee Where Pearl River waters floweth free. A poem triggering nostalgia of memories. Nice poem dear poet. 10

congratulation as the poem of the day and a nice poem Starting with a full sense line,

You're kidding me, right? Someone in the 21st century used °floweth° in a poem with a straight face? Really? Elvis, a °potentate°? Honestly? And then what keeps the rest of this poem sticking together? Chewing gum? What's are the relationships between all the constituent parts? Separation and death? Elvis is alive and well and living in the hearts of Jackson church-goers? Just as your aunt and uncle (or never-mentioned mom and dad) are alive and well and living as some constituent part of our memory of the memories of the religious congregations remembering Elvis? Bah. I long for a red wheelbarrow glazed by rain water. Surely there was one of those in Jackson. Or maybe just some empty, discarded container, a slovenly jar, to gather all of Tennessee about itself.

A nice trip down the memory lane. Thanks for sharing. Heartiest Congratulations on the member poem of the Day.

A nice trip down the memory lane. Thanks for sharing.

I like constellation of churches and business of bees

Hey, how is jackson today?

Beautiful portrayal of the atmosphere at place visited by the poet long back. The place also boasts of some well known annual events. Loved reading the poem. Thanks.

Congratulations, Joyce, on having this selected as member poem of the day. I hope you are still with us and in good health. It has been more than five years since you posted anything to this site. Happy 88th birthday coming up this month!