Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Buck Moon Comments

Rating: 5.0

After a long day on the steering
end of her old canoe, when the
only light shimmering on the lake
was the vanilla moon of late July.
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Joyce Chelmo
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Richard Terrify 22 May 2006

May I say that you have acheived your goal wonderfully...your poems are very beautiful! -Rick

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Joyce Chelmo 26 April 2006

Thank you so much Edmund that is my goal... to make you see it. Joyce

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Edwin Robinette 25 April 2006

Ah, so many memories come from this one....I enjoyed your depiction...much!

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Joyce Chelmo 22 April 2006

Duncan and Phillip thank you both so much... this is a true story. The island was in the middle of Fall Lake in Minnesota, a bunch of us went there for my birthday every year when I was a teen. We rented a canoes at the outfitters and paddled to Mile Island. My Birthday is mid July Joyce

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Phillip Sawatzky 22 April 2006

Dear Joyce, You have a lithe presence in your writing that calls to me, calls to those who love the raw beauty in this world. Keep doing what you are doing. phillip

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Duncan Wyllie 20 April 2006

Oh my goodness! ! ! , what a beautiful image of a lovely lady under a vanilla moon captured by the longing waters of her grace, You are a fine poet Joyce and you have lots to be proud of, Love duncan

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