Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The Old Swimmer Comments

Rating: 3.1

I OFTEN wander on the beach
Where once, so brown of limb,
The biting air, the roaring surf
Summoned me to swim.
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Christopher Morley
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Liliana ~el 28 April 2014

Great reminiscent of good old summer days of refreshing swims and adventure! Much enjoyed. Like the repetition of Other swimmers will Wonderful, moving figurative imagery of the surf! Overall a reflection at peace and content. Very nice. What warm and comfortable sands Dreaming in the sun. How lovely.

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Michelle Claus 28 April 2014

It is small comfort to become old and limited. Admirably, the poet does not express jealousy of the new, able-bodied swimmers. He conveys melancholy and serenity about the tides of life.

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Michelle Claus 28 April 2014

It is small comfort to become old and limited. Admirably, the poet does not express jealousy of the new, able-bodied swimmers. He conveys melancholy and serenity about the tides of life.

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Francie Lynch 28 April 2014

it sucks getting old.

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A nice poem for easy reading and reciting. very nice indeed.

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Manonton Dalan 28 April 2012

hmmm... still refreshing godd memories how fitting walking the beach

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Christopher Morley

Christopher Morley

Haverford, Pennslyvania
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