The Seer (Chapter 07) Comments

i just read: [If you have not already read the previous chapters, you should do so before reading this chapter.] NOW YA TELL ME! ! ! ; sounds pretty familiar. i was in a music appreciation class in 10th grade when our teacher told us about 'Dallas' happening. i saw/heard pheasants in a field down the street. it was thrilling/startling to have them/it fly up suddenly from near me and honk-cackle-call as they didi did not hunt them. i had a bb gun for a while, a hand-me-down from a brother, and i shot a barn swallow off of a barnyard wire once, but i didn't like (really!) that i hit it. it survived, at least for longer than i kept track of. this is arranged like many poems, and i liked the telling of the chapter, but it didn't strike me as poetry. much/most of mine might not strike one as poetry if i didn't almost always use rhyming lines. it was entertaining, but i'll probably wait for the movie on dvd at the library, thanks. bri :)