Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Moonlight Ride Comments

Rating: 4.8

The brown tipped grass peeked through the snow -
With stems quite cold and forlorn.
The north gale came and so winds did blow
and nodded their heads in form.
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John Allen Richter
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Liza Sudina 22 March 2018

A Funny poem! Makes a reader smile.

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Seamus O Brian 20 September 2016

A brilliantly humorous piece. Thank you, I enjoyed this immensely. :)

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 December 2015

Nice communucation with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.

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Ata Ata 28 October 2015

very good one, pleasure to read, it fascinates, well done

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Linda Hepner 21 October 2015

Every time I read this poem it becomes more iconic.

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Diana Van Den Berg 16 October 2015

Absolutely love it! If it is insane to talk to a horse, I should have been in a curly jacket long ago. I talked all the time, to my late, precious, highly intelligent and attentive horse, Flicka, when he was alive, and still do every day now, though he has been in Heaven for 13 years,5 months 18 days. Nellie, I see is also highly intelligent and has a delightful sense of humour! Perhaps she is who gave you yours?

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Well put together my friend.

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Patti Masterman 24 January 2015

So the horse was questioning the destination of the journey..and I do get it, and I have been known to be 'slow' on the uptake, but I really got a kick out of this (not as in a horse kick..but only metaphorically of course) . Happy new favorite poem. ;)

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Valerie Dohren 20 January 2015

Ha ha, very good John. Enjoyed reading this little tale very much.

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Bhargabi Dei Mahakul 09 January 2015

Brown tipped grass peeked through the snow made this poem entirely wonderful. Beautiful humour printed in mind and whispered and Nellie laughed and thanked. Wonderful one.

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John Allen Richter

John Allen Richter

Richmond, In
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