Awesome !

June 23, 2013 at 11:56 AM

Love it!

June 23, 2013 at 12:17 PM

That is fantastic, it really strikes a chord with everyone.
Lynne x

June 23, 2013 at 1:23 PM

I have my grandfather's rocking chair. I don't have the memories of him in it since he died in '43 and I was born in '45. But I still like it.

June 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM

Such a gift you have . . .

June 23, 2013 at 2:12 PM

I don't know what other took from this exactly but to me there is a scary story here somewhere. I am a bit creeped out by the silence and the men returning with shovels!

June 23, 2013 at 2:22 PM

GAIL
Can you PLEASE do a blog entry about your encounter with a big foot

June 23, 2013 at 2:36 PM

Wow! I love this. You created such pictures in my mind. Amazing!

June 23, 2013 at 5:32 PM

Wildly creative and a bit scary!

June 23, 2013 at 8:57 PM

I really like this!

June 23, 2013 at 9:43 PM

I agree. Wow.
Have a wonderful week, Gail. ♥

June 23, 2013 at 10:12 PM

This is what childhood is all about, or at least should be.

June 24, 2013 at 1:55 AM

Fantastic - You do protect your own - is there any other way - No Mam - WE are here to protect our own - that's our job. Really moving and well felt poem my dear.

June 24, 2013 at 5:45 AM

I enjoyed this ... felt as though it could have been written a century ago.

June 24, 2013 at 9:15 PM

This felt like a fine old country folk song to me ... something Dolly Parton or Emmy Lou Harris would sing as a lullaby song ... so wonderful!

June 25, 2013 at 10:10 AM

This poem is comforting. Very.

=)

June 25, 2013 at 4:06 PM

Love the repeats and the beat.

June 26, 2013 at 4:57 PM

Intensely excellent, deeply thought provoking. I do think this is one of your very best, Gail!

June 29, 2013 at 10:17 PM