Thursday, February 9, 2006

Cawfields Quarry Comments

Rating: 5.0

Call of lone curlew
turn down beak
outspread wings
resting on air.
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peter rodenby
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This poem is solid. It really lets you step into the scene as you read these vivid words.

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Scarlett Treat 27 February 2006

For some reason, this poem made me think of the Indian houses in New Mexico, USA. The bleak, lonely houses carved out of pure rock, so beautiful and so abandoned by a forgotten people. Scarlett

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Solomon Brook 09 February 2006

Love it. It truly touched and walked across my senses. Thank you.

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