Spit, Gum and Shoe Laces
Viewing comments for Chapter 17 "A Willy Durbin Saturday"A Progression Of Expression From Fiction To Faith
4 total reviews
Comment from LovnPeace
I didn't count but enjoyed reading this very much. It was drawn in pictures clear to see. Innocense in a different world. Blessings. L&P2u
reply by the author on 28-Nov-2008
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I didn't count but enjoyed reading this very much. It was drawn in pictures clear to see. Innocense in a different world. Blessings. L&P2u
Comment Written 28-Nov-2008
reply by the author on 28-Nov-2008
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thank you for your time in reviewing this piece... it is appriciated
Comment from mstad55
This was delightful. It is a reminder of a childhood many of us had. And unfortunatley the authors notes are so true. We were shielded and only new play time nap time and dinner time. We didn't know about locked doors and war. We knew about famine because we were reminded to clean our plates because there were children starving that would love to have whatever we didn't like. I always thought that those poor kids, all they ate were peas and yukky stuff.
Anyways, it's always nice to take a trip down memory lane and your poem was the bus ride there. mstad55
reply by the author on 27-Nov-2008
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This was delightful. It is a reminder of a childhood many of us had. And unfortunatley the authors notes are so true. We were shielded and only new play time nap time and dinner time. We didn't know about locked doors and war. We knew about famine because we were reminded to clean our plates because there were children starving that would love to have whatever we didn't like. I always thought that those poor kids, all they ate were peas and yukky stuff.
Anyways, it's always nice to take a trip down memory lane and your poem was the bus ride there. mstad55
Comment Written 27-Nov-2008
reply by the author on 27-Nov-2008
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thank you for your gracious review and for your time to look a little deeper than the words on the page
Comment from adewpearl
I love the rhyme scheme in this delightful, lighthearted portrait of a very small child in that time of life when all is innocence - playing in the mud, getting scabs, picking crust off bread, sleeping on Daddy's lap - lovely
reply by the author on 27-Nov-2008
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I love the rhyme scheme in this delightful, lighthearted portrait of a very small child in that time of life when all is innocence - playing in the mud, getting scabs, picking crust off bread, sleeping on Daddy's lap - lovely
Comment Written 27-Nov-2008
reply by the author on 27-Nov-2008
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thank you for your gracious review and for your time to look a little deeper than the words on the page
Comment from RJ
What a nice poem, it made me laugh. I was able to visualize the little boy very well with your words. It flowed well, and the rhymes were good. Thank you for sharing. RJ
reply by the author on 27-Nov-2008
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What a nice poem, it made me laugh. I was able to visualize the little boy very well with your words. It flowed well, and the rhymes were good. Thank you for sharing. RJ
Comment Written 27-Nov-2008
reply by the author on 27-Nov-2008
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thank you for your gracious review and for your time to look a little deeper than the words on the page
