tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post7568669540522409192..comments2023-11-03T09:04:26.994-04:00Comments on A Thing for Words: This Boy's LifeJoseph Heschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13217169295029029233noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-65220509663593104042011-10-12T13:44:41.725-04:002011-10-12T13:44:41.725-04:00Wool gathering's a new one on me. The poem is ...Wool gathering's a new one on me. The poem is very fine and leaves a lasting impression, a deep feeling of a life not wasted, but shared.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-55533681614110596622011-10-11T22:38:08.843-04:002011-10-11T22:38:08.843-04:00I walk every day I can, and always find something ...I walk every day I can, and always find something to carry back inside my old hide with me. Love the squirrel here--they are so just like that.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-16412534472839794312011-10-11T21:44:24.067-04:002011-10-11T21:44:24.067-04:00A couple of weeks ago 3 baby squirrels fell out of...A couple of weeks ago 3 baby squirrels fell out of their nest in our front yard. Within seconds several of the neighborhood cats were ready to pounce. I'm so glad I was there at the time, to keep the cats away while mama came down the tree to get each one - very traumatized - and take them back up in her mouth.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-44209814593643240962011-10-11T19:47:03.711-04:002011-10-11T19:47:03.711-04:00Your poetry reminds me to slow down, look around a...Your poetry reminds me to slow down, look around and enjoy all the little things there in front of me. This is beautiful, so serene. Thank you for sharing.Ginny Brannanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298060016652737538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-58499503658422052042011-10-11T15:22:27.804-04:002011-10-11T15:22:27.804-04:00A beautiful poem. You describe the scolding little...A beautiful poem. You describe the scolding little red squirrel perfectly. Amazing what cranky little devils they all are.Ann Grenierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13501522748426995035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-17011551987266814302011-10-11T13:18:49.974-04:002011-10-11T13:18:49.974-04:00I love the term 'wool gathering' some woul...I love the term 'wool gathering' some would say I have done little else for the last 30 years or so... <br />What a wonderful tale woven into your poem, thanks for sharing it with us :)The Linnethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17709373300621371888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-59673982751680528462011-10-10T10:00:47.022-04:002011-10-10T10:00:47.022-04:00I love those walks through the park. It's a ki...I love those walks through the park. It's a kind of meditation sometimes, just me and my thoughts 'gathering wool' ...there's nothing like it for restoring some balance with the world. Never is it wasting time. Maybe Grand parents were right about some things, but not about this :)Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18216734722467789412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735446301837589358.post-84621328812324705932011-10-10T09:11:24.503-04:002011-10-10T09:11:24.503-04:00very cool...wool gathering...have not heard that i...very cool...wool gathering...have not heard that in a while...i tend to do much the same...love how you make it very personal there at the end...now go walk and find a stray poem or two...smiles.Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com