Thursday, October 23, 2014

Where You Are Planted Comments

Rating: 4.5

He's as high as a georgia pine, my father'd say, half laughing. southern trees
as measure, metaphor. highways lined with kudzu-covered southern trees.


Anil Kumar Panda 28 January 2018

So nice with an unique style. Enjoyed.

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Rajnish Manga 28 January 2018

Evie, you are a great lover of nature and the reader can say it with conviction now, Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem.

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Susan Williams 27 January 2018

one hundred degrees in the shade: we settle into still pools of humidity, moss- dark, beneath live oaks- - - - - - yes, indeed, the southern humidity WEIGHS on you feels like the grossest-hot sweaty uncleansing shower you will ever be in. pools of humidity- a most perfect phrase for the most unpleasant feeling

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Jake Deeds 27 January 2018

Beautiful, indeed. Like me...Simply Southern. [][

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Grace Svensson 27 January 2018

A very nice poem! I loved reading it!

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Mark Heathcote 27 January 2018

This a wonderful poem thanks for sharing it with us.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 27 January 2018

A nicely crafted poem. So delicately written. Thanks for the sharing.

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Savita Tyagi 27 January 2018

Lovely poem. The natural environment of a place where we grow up is never away from us.

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Ruta Mohapatra 27 January 2018

A beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 27 January 2018

Evie, such a heartwarming poem??????

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M Asim Nehal 26 January 2017

This is fantastic write I enjoyed it, thanks for sharing.

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