Friday, September 16, 2022

Way Up North Comments

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon my shoulder,
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LeeAnn Azzopardi 17 September 2022

Yet another beautiful poem Evelyn Bravo!

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 18 September 2022

You have my deepest thanks, LeeAnn.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 17 September 2022

To see the Northern lights is one in my bucket's list. Traveling is so much fun and at the same time you will gain knowledge. A beautifully crafted imaginative write.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 18 September 2022

Traveling is such great fun. Thank you for your kind thoughts.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 17 September 2022

What a wonderful story. Loved your parrot, Cherry! What a fascinating and lovable pet.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 18 September 2022

Your kind comments touched me, and I appreciate every word.

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Jon M. Nelson 16 September 2022

As someone who was born and raised in Minnesota a felt a closeness and appreciation to this poem. I especially enjoyed reminiscing about snowmobile rides and the Northern Lights.

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Evelyn Judy Buehler 18 September 2022

I am so glad that this poem struck a chord with you. Thank you for your kind words.

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