Friday, April 10, 2009

The Barefoot Boys Comments

Rating: 5.0

The hot sultry day
Does little to stop their play
These barefooted boys
Who have never played with any real toys
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Sandra Martyres
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Andrew Blakemore 16 April 2009

For some it's the only chance they have to escape the ghettos and poverty. Excellent poem Sandra. Best wishes, Andrew

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Sandra Fowler 16 April 2009

Very touching. You compassion is apparent in every line. Applause for your barefoot boys! Warm regards, Sandra

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Barry A. Lanier 15 April 2009

Reminding me of as a lad in our culture of course on the sandlot playing baseball with the hand-me down gloves and balls which looked like a ragdoll...bats of course..a pecan limb would suffice, , , however on occasion and original hand-me down bat thnks for painting your picture so vividly

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Ravi Sathasivam 14 April 2009

It brought me memories of my school days. Those days never come back again. Good poem Sandra

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Kesav Easwaran 14 April 2009

You bring to green light the rural adolescence and its dreams vividly in this write...good work, Sandra...10

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~ Jon London ~ 13 April 2009

Isnt it amazing what can be done with the imagination, it opens up a new world with all that smiles

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Fiona Davidson 13 April 2009

I can remeber as a child making games from nothing...and in summer being barefoot was such a treat...this poetry brings it all back...excellent write...Fi 10+++

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T S 13 April 2009

Lovely images you have potrayed here in this wonderful written Poem 10 ++ Tracy

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that brought fond old memories of school days...those spectatorless matches used to be great fun

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Sandra Martyres

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Mumbai - India
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