Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Spirit Of The Lake Comments

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The herald of the dawn glows faintly in the eastern sky
A lonely Loon is softly calling me.
From far out on the sleeping lake, I hear the haunting cry,
And hear the echoes race from tree to tree.
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Frank Halliwell
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Tanya Stanford 16 September 2008

You have such a unique way of putting imagery in the reader's mind. Your word use is brilliant and I love the flow of your poetry.

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Tj Becker 16 September 2008

You have a knack for describing natures beauty. What a great job you have done with this one. You took the reader to this place and allowed them to enjoy it through your words. Flow was great, and rhyme was spot on.

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Frank Halliwell

Frank Halliwell

Hamilton Canada
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