Monday, April 17, 2006

California Dreaming Comments

Rating: 3.8

Locking eyes with the nomadic sun
I long to be native again.

Santa Ana winds blowing fire through the palms
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Lori Boulard
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Esther Leclerc 25 April 2006

I miss my old California days... an innocence that you have captured. Reminiscing about the Santa Ana wind storms just yesterday: oh, the sight of the tumble weeds racing in the field across the street, in our front yard -! Back to the poem: Magic. Thank you!

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Mike Finley 25 April 2006

Graceful, wistful, and gently moving.

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Konjit Berhane 24 April 2006

Great poem again i am speechless **KoNi**

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R H 17 April 2006

Lori, I enjoyed this reflective write - some lovely imagery too. Kind regards, Justine

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David Darbyshire 17 April 2006

Nice read Lori, dave xxx

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