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I can just feel the tension that is being felt.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 7, 2012 at 9:42 AM
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I'm enjoying these evocative poems - the images they bring to mind,
the time before techno everything. Write on! 
posted by
Pat_B
on September 7, 2012 at 9:35 AM
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Youth is sometimes cruel Jay not thinking the consequence . Times were hard as you explain it in your poem.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 7, 2012 at 9:19 AM
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Interesting poem .
posted by
afzal50
on September 7, 2012 at 7:14 AM
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I love these poems about your days in this place in Southern Utah. Utah is a state in which I have traveled often in years past, four-wheeling, hiking, camping out. Though I haven't been there now in years, the red rocks, snaking rivers, canyons, mountains, are forever etched in my mind, and I see them when you write.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 6, 2012 at 8:53 PM
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Re-visit my poem The Weary Hiker if you get the chance. I've
added an explanatory note.
posted by
2902
on September 6, 2012 at 8:18 PM
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UtahJay
RThere’s a lot out there Jay. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on September 6, 2012 at 7:08 PM
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i whisper just to you, that my mother used to call the cats and toss the
Sparrow nests from under the verandah eaves to them. I used to be on my bed head under a pillow crying.
posted by
Kabu
on September 6, 2012 at 6:25 PM
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UtahJay
You do a great poem, and now the city guy gets to think of things like starlings in a thatched roof,well said. Jay
posted by
WileyJohn
on September 6, 2012 at 6:01 PM
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it sounds like you lived way out in the middle of nowhere
posted by
Annicita
on September 6, 2012 at 5:47 PM
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Extraordinary!
posted by
Reflecting_teddypoet
on September 6, 2012 at 5:45 PM
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