Monday, September 29, 2008

Endless Vistas Comments

Rating: 5.0

I sat upon a grey slate rock,
and looked into the distance blue.
There on a hill I saw a flock
of sheep. Eating the green grass, new.
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Ernestine Northover
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John Tiong Chunghoo 11 October 2008

i have always loved the english countryside. great poem.

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 29 September 2008

Sterling imagework, young lass! Youe resplendant depiction took my mind's-eye to th' velvet fields, of Kilkenny(of which i've never been...but someday will) Your penchant for creating pictorial poetics is more than impressive. ~ F j R ~ __2008__

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David Threadgold 29 September 2008

Hi Ernestine. This vista is in my own eye and I see it clearly, you have held a wonderful rhyme all the way through. a very special piece of work has to be a 10.10.10 thanks. Regards Dave T

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Marilyn Lott 29 September 2008

Hello Ernestine. I love this country fresh scene. It was like I was there myself. Great poem. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

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