tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post4050383317094597664..comments2024-03-28T09:50:13.187-04:00Comments on Group Blog: SQUEEZE--SUMMER STRETCHSue Heavenrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00550259613381458435noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-34618471487988627242014-08-13T23:43:18.947-04:002014-08-13T23:43:18.947-04:00Jan, thank your cousin for his service. Love hear...Jan, thank your cousin for his service. Love hearing about the connections!Janiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348838681557893522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-46429670993096009312014-08-13T20:36:51.843-04:002014-08-13T20:36:51.843-04:00Brave, you are, O, poet T.S.!
When I heard coyote...Brave, you are, O, poet T.S.!<br /><br />When I heard coyotes out in the field the summer I was housesitting caretaker at a nature preserve, I wouldn't step off the back wood porch. Ahooooooo!<br /><br />Appreciations for the crisp imagery you paint in words here.jan godown anninohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091996699597066230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-42703365841794955922014-08-13T20:34:34.079-04:002014-08-13T20:34:34.079-04:00Tina, I smile when I read that Red sky at night......Tina, I smile when I read that Red sky at night.... as my mother recited it to me. I think it's originally from a longer poem but I'm fuzzbrained at the reference at this minute. My cousin is a (retired) Coast Guard capt. I will try to remember to pass it by him when I see him next at the Fl coast.<br /> (see what you started Janie?)jan godown anninohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091996699597066230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-68653373328484653622014-08-13T20:32:22.575-04:002014-08-13T20:32:22.575-04:00Thank you.
Did you happen to get up into a tree t...Thank you. <br />Did you happen to get up into a tree this summer?<br />Not me, yet. There's still time!<br />On for it?<br />jan godown anninohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091996699597066230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-22847554142810048422014-08-02T10:27:21.297-04:002014-08-02T10:27:21.297-04:00Love your poem Todd! Favorite lines: I stop at a s...Love your poem Todd! Favorite lines: I stop at a snap in the dark pine forest ,I wait<br />The whole forest waits, Coyotes yelp just out of reach , only sign I’ll ever see: big thick paw prints go spooling down the path, This time there is an answer and I decide to send my own too, Then together I hear their reply trickle off into the night.<br /><br />Janiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348838681557893522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-64273713842436261412014-08-01T22:01:04.007-04:002014-08-01T22:01:04.007-04:00Once again, an amazing post! I'm inspired!
M...Once again, an amazing post! I'm inspired!<br /><br />My Wolf Walk<br />By T.S. Burleson<br /><br />Walking down the icy- muddy -red road<br />I stop at a snap in the dark pine forest <br /><br />The noisy nighttime forest has grown silent<br /><br />I wait<br />The whole forest waits<br /><br />Coyotes yelp just out of reach and then all goes quiet<br />In the distance I hear my first faint howl<br /><br />Hairs on my neck rise with pent up excitement<br />There, the only sign I’ll ever see: big thick paw prints go spooling down the path<br /> <br />Somewhere further on, he lets out another long, slow yowl<br />It warms me inside-cheeks and nose still numb from winter’s mean frost<br /><br />I stand there with a smile on my face<br /><br />I wait<br />The whole forest waits<br /><br />I stand still like a stone statue and listen<br />I listen so hard I hear my own heart beating in my ears<br /><br />Finally, from somewhere up the hill, I hear it once again, the long, slow howl<br />This time there is an answer and I decide to send my own too<br /><br />I wait<br />The whole forest waits<br /><br />Then together I hear their reply trickle off into the night<br /><br />I wait<br />The whole forest waits<br /><br />The forest begins its chorus<br /><br />I walk home with a smile as wide as a two lane road<br /><br />Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13084776778987451806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-14642712501415087132014-07-31T09:37:49.277-04:002014-07-31T09:37:49.277-04:00We are just tree huggers and branch sitters. :) Lo...We are just tree huggers and branch sitters. :) Love the line living in a bouquet!Janiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348838681557893522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-1240693447369291932014-07-31T07:58:14.638-04:002014-07-31T07:58:14.638-04:00What is it with trees, books & gurls?
Mine was...What is it with trees, books & gurls?<br />Mine was a back yard dogwood tree.<br />With a triangle of x-tra plywood, that my dear Dad nailed, for a perfect perch, midway up.<br />During bloom season it was like living in a bouquet.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-80183424592722553512014-07-30T08:54:59.230-04:002014-07-30T08:54:59.230-04:00Tina, my Dad was in the Navy in WWII. He taught us...Tina, my Dad was in the Navy in WWII. He taught us --“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.” I associate summer time, and the freedom to read books and stay up late with childhood. Please share a stretch with us. :)Janiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348838681557893522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-91182954801825336152014-07-30T08:46:25.331-04:002014-07-30T08:46:25.331-04:00Jan, I always climbed up high in a red maple tree ...Jan, I always climbed up high in a red maple tree in our backyard to read. I was hidden by the leaves and rocked by the wind. Hope you share a stretch about childhood with us too!Janiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348838681557893522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-87062288870537902642014-07-30T06:57:54.135-04:002014-07-30T06:57:54.135-04:00Love the analogy to squeezing play dough! Beautifu...Love the analogy to squeezing play dough! Beautiful poem, Janie!Tina Chohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02808651865125809841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1295379888006925064.post-31745671942391308432014-07-30T06:44:57.661-04:002014-07-30T06:44:57.661-04:00Janie,
Thank you for sharing not only the spot-on...Janie, <br />Thank you for sharing not only the spot-on quotation, but your evocative poem.<br />Jan<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com