Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..
i'm blue collar like my father but this recaptured the feelings of finishing a hard work day and pondering afterwards. looking at my worn out hands then look at the children. i get a wonderful sensation. thank you
I believe the finest poets have a bit of that childhood wonder forever in their hearts. And you have kept a fair amount of that wonder in your heart, it shows in your work. you have written a beautiful work full of peace, love and wonder. Your poem makes me happy and introspective, checking for the child in me.
wow .. it is by far the best work i've read all morning.
powerful imagery, i felt so many different emotions, nostalgia being a big one.
we are all children running up that hill.
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I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..