Field Of Weeds Comments

O! When we were young how those imaginary things seemed so real.well wrote Hazel enjoyed Alan big 10

Wasting its sweetness in the desert air.......... of Thomas grey. i was reminded o f after reading your beautiful poem.. childhood memories well up in my heart.......... thank you dear poetess. tony

This transported me back to my childhood innocence Hazel.....to the privacy and freedom of the meadows where I knew all the creepy crawlies and could name every weed. Delightful poem.

Beautiful poem Hazel. Your poem made the fields of Weeds very pretty. To see a beauty in wild weed too is a creativity in your words. It reminded me of childhood memories, where it was beautiful to run with bare feet in the fields. Beautiful flow of words for cowgirl woven into a lovely poem. Loved reading each lines.

Bursting with a beauty that beckons us to return to the nostalgic niceness of childhood. Well done my friend!

Weeds are also a reality and the solitary lass here has got a capsising charm of her own.... Excellent write Hazel, Your visit to the P.H has become a rare thing and I hope among many weeds your poems will ever sprout and grow till they give blossoms beautiful.

In the field of weeds, how this charming girl capture's our attention like a solitary flower that sways in the wind! I am reminded of the famous lines of Thomas Gray ; “Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air....... Enjoyed this flash view of the maiden of the weeds

Beauty can always be found between the weeds if one will look. Great write Hazel.

Beautiful poem Hazel I was carried away to the field of weeds as I read i could almost get the scent of honeysuckle Well done

Mmmmm, and who would this maiden be? Tales of youthful fun, love and glory! I loved it.