tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post3207984939435961195..comments2024-01-11T10:08:36.567-05:00Comments on Of Verse, Poesy & Odes : "The Barn Swallow"Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-33488705203312625732016-07-17T00:17:39.148-04:002016-07-17T00:17:39.148-04:00It sounds idyllic! And I enjoyed hearing you read ...It sounds idyllic! And I enjoyed hearing you read it, too.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-3364400011520701152016-07-16T10:52:43.349-04:002016-07-16T10:52:43.349-04:00Love the artwork! I have a new little lion I'm...Love the artwork! I have a new little lion I'm enjoying very much. Cats are such a comfort to me. A Wonderful poem.Bekkie Sanchezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16300001421561443693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-1629514520275447292016-07-14T12:38:29.865-04:002016-07-14T12:38:29.865-04:00Beautiful, Margaret. The poem and your new locale....Beautiful, Margaret. The poem and your new locale. Good for you!Marianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04030161532713347225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-42477944559746105422016-07-14T00:32:32.425-04:002016-07-14T00:32:32.425-04:00This to me is a nice peaceful poem. Relaxing. I do...This to me is a nice peaceful poem. Relaxing. I do pitty the little birds who fell. I fell out of a hay mow once, landed on my back. I was out for a short while and still I felt the breathlessness when I came to. That was the only time I've had the wind knocked out of me. <br />I feel for you with the downsizing, we planned on that last fall but this house is bigger, just less on the downstairs. <br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-33202507686405540652016-07-13T04:03:06.694-04:002016-07-13T04:03:06.694-04:00Oh I do love the way the cat wizened, the swallows...Oh I do love the way the cat wizened, the swallows are such a wonderful addition to the summer... alas they become rarer and rarer here...apparently with modern farming there seems to be less rooms for swallows. brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-13205506800005372512016-07-12T22:18:18.668-04:002016-07-12T22:18:18.668-04:00frolic after winged insects
their kvik, kvik, wit,...frolic after winged insects<br />their kvik, kvik, wit, wit <br />joining mid-summer's lullaby<br /><br />What beautiful sounds emitted by the chirping and shrieking of the swooping swallows at dusk. Much fun for them as in a melodious ensemble and fun for the watchers to listen. Wonderful lines Marge!<br /><br />Hank<br />kaykualahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074509503476824621.post-82678629684365495912016-07-01T20:12:04.629-04:002016-07-01T20:12:04.629-04:00Such a lovely poem to read and envision, Margaret....Such a lovely poem to read and envision, Margaret. Glad the move went well. Those trails sound perfect for riding! Yay!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.com