Friday, February 27, 2009

Summer Comments

Rating: 5.0

Luscious, rolling hills of green with looming fruit trees contain the brittle hopes and dreams of the future for the youth who plant their roots here in the meadow of their summer.

Invincible teenagers explore their opportunities with confidence; the liquid gold rays of the laughing sun penetrate through any fear of completely letting go of morals and values. It is the time of their lives, and they go about with a courageous, dauntless manner, sure of the world and their being.
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Heather S 07 March 2009

i agree, this poem has exelent imagery pictures flash thuough my mind still great poem -Heather S

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Laurie Hill 06 March 2009

really excellent imagery

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~ Jon London ~ 01 March 2009

Lovely imagery painted write, one that glows with prose 10

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Laurie Hill 27 February 2009

Really enjoyed your write

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