Summer Sled

Hugging the soil in the Summer sun, you just had to leap ahead, and write that Summer had drawn you to being young again. I said to go and "Hug a Tree" not throw yourself down a hill LOL Now I suppose I have to try and fill the gap you left about the Spring. Thanks it is fun and a gentle write, you just put some of that purple stuff on those hurt places, no wonder you have a problem with the garden. You take care and know we are there with you, Yours Ian.T

What memories, I had forgotten about this. Our hills however did not turn into soil. The hardest part was climbing back up, and staying warm but well worth it. This is different for you not rhyming everything. I enjoyed it. Bravo Patty

was listening to the song "Instant Death" by the Beastie Boys right then, your poem took on a totally surreal form right then... Oh cr*p! You didn't come to hear me review the Beastie Boys... I looked at the title and was like "Summer Sled?! Freaking Texans and their warm weather, lol!" Then I thought "Rosebud! He found Rosebud!" But I digress... a strong writer has the ability to take their reader somewhere, to write more than mere words. The strong writer adds heart to his or her writing, much as a good cook adds that intangible thing we call "love" to a good meal. You've added that intangible here, Rett. Gotta go rock out to "Body Movin'" now, lol! Mark W. "Not since the Houston Asylum Fire of '54 have I seen so many flaming crazies." ~Dan Rather, SNL Fringe Candidates Debate

I'd look at it like this: an intelligent person who reads the Bible may not understand it because they don't have the spirit. Two people can make the same recipe with the same ingredients, but one can taste and feel empty I can paint by numbers a Monet, but will invariably botch it up, I have no "feel" for art. This poem has that elusive feel. Ok, I've got "Skyscraper, I love you" by Underworld playing on my mp3 right now, gotta rock. Mark W. "Not since the Houston Asylum Fire of '54 have I seen so many flaming crazies." ~Dan Rather, SNL Fringe Candidates Debate

Thanks for bringing me to your hill Rett, now had me the bandages for all those cuts and bruises! _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________

Whoopeee Rett, I'm with it sliding on pine needles, but I have never done what you are describing, I have however slipped on needles when going down through the steep woods on the many paths around Oslo in what they call Nordmarka. I felt as others say, just like a kid. About the actual poem, I felt I would have liked to jump onto the sled straight away, to hurtle myself into the poem about something so active and exciting - in other words I felt the whispering pines were somehow out of place a little here, the contrast seems too great for the 'overgang' going over to - to take place easily. Oh listen to me, as if I have any answer but its a little nagging thought in the back of my mind when I read it. Lovely idea though. Free style suits free fall. So there's a comment from Ann

Now THERE's something I gotta try! I wish we had enough pine trees around here to give us that nice, consistent blanket on a hill. Gotta be careful with that around here, though, as most of the really good hills, you go flying off it, you're in the Hudson! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"Handle every situation like a dog: if you can't eat it, or screw it, piss on it and walk away!"

Rett, (never went summer sledding), and it's a joy to read your poems and the remarks they garner from one and all. I'm listening to Instant Death...as I write this. Rosebud, eh? My son & his best friend won a talent show when they were 12 or 13 singing one of the Beastie Boy hits... hadn't thought of that in ages. See what your poems do Rett? We're enjoined to one another through them. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

on flattened cardboard boxes hurtling down a slope I would flee in terror from today! YEAH!!! LOL you took me back great write Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

I had to stay at home with my six year old today... she has an earache... as it turns out it is snowing today here in the Carolinas, not something we often see, and it is cold! ...but your poem takes me back to summer fun as a kid...and warmed my bones even if only momentarily... thanks... Richard