Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The Haywagon Comments

Rating: 2.8

I sat, just turned thirteen,
in honour of advancing age,
the promise of maturity,
stout reins in hands
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Herbert Nehrlich1 11 April 2006

THanks, guys, for the kind words. Best H

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Ernestine Northover 11 April 2006

What a lovely story Herbert, beautifully written. A joy to read. Loved it. love Ernestine XXX

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Raynette Eitel 11 April 2006

This is a well-told memory, Herbert. Take off your comment to Mary...the reader doesn't need the vivid description. The poem was tasteful! :) You really took us back to a wonderful time of your life then bridged the gap of time to the present. Not many of us get to repeat bliss the way you did in this poem. Raynette

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Mary Nagy 11 April 2006

I could smell the hay-filled wagon Herbert. This was so vivid I could imagine the swaying and the bumping of the ride...........I love this image of you doing 'farmer' jobs. (I don't know why.....just seems so 'natural') Great poem. I really enjoyed it. Sincerely, Mary

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