Hung low from elderly oaken branch
Upon the slanted slope, It waits. . .
The only seat where I can hope
to ride the wind that rushes through my hair--
arousing that dormant tickle in my gut.
Author notes
PROMPT: FREEDOM
In a list
A contest entry
- For The Quickie ~ Contest ~ Addicts~ ( 5-10-15) by blondone.
425 points, ended June 23, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Bravo!
Oh yeah, this is excellent. I loved the imagery here. I was reading through your shorter nature writes and they were all good...BUT, this one stopped me and required a definate comment. It really brought the smile and laugh out of me; such a wonderful experience to have. I appreciate that very much. Thank you for it.
AsIThink...
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Superb alliteration and great imagery. Congrats on the shiny.
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Excellent
I love the scene you paint with your words. Beautiful! It brings back memories of my own special places - one of which was an old tire swing at the country inn we vacationed at every year.
Well done and more than worthy of the silver!
Hugs
- joanne
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Great Job I really liked the imagery in this one Congrats on the silver
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beautiful imagery.. I can feel myself soaring... congrats on the silver.
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Thanks so much. I rode on a tire swing like the one in my poem on the side of a VERY sloped cow pasture when I was a young teen. There was absolutely NOTHING like the feeling you got, especially when you leaned your head all the way back!! At the height of the pendulum on this particular swing, you were, I don't know, fifteen or twenty feet off the ground. It was exhilarating!!!! A total rush of freedom!
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Very well delivered and thought out.
You have me hooked...
Becky
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oh wee I like this one thats imagery and emotions...
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Loved this one hun
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freedom
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