My Field Of Dreams

that leaves me with some warm memories and reminds me of Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors. I thought the end could be stronger; it didn't really go anywhere or leave me with anything.

Your right about rows of houses, its the same here in chianti! such a shame its great to have memories of the past that are so warm. this poem is really lovely shirley harrison

I love this one Hobo. The memory, I'm guessing your dog, and the wander though your wonderful past...beautiful images for me to imagine while reading your poem. Rosina xena465

I have to go along with Arrow here, but it is a warming memory that is quite universal, or most have good memories that will relate anyway. I felt the title could be stronger and perhaps some punctuation may help the read, right now you have every new line in caps, and it detracts from the flow I felt you had meant to be there. I would also suggest a space between the line "that would be any girl that smiled at me" and let the "In my field of dreams" start a new stanza... just a suggestion. Richard

Hobo I went for this memory lane visit with you this morning as I can also recount those days Mom calling come to eat as we played outside in the vast yard. We also had a dog named Archie that when he passed the silence in the house and the many tears shed was an unforgettable time. I do not think none of us did eat for a week as Daddy buried him and we had a service for him. That doggie is still buried in our old backyard from youthful years and I drive by there once in a while to capture all those memories of that house as we were growing up. Today you can not bury a pet on your property but if you did it must be disclosed to the buyer. I can still see him tail a wagging and how joyful he was. We also had many dogs but he seemed to be the favorite of them all. I just love this poem new friend of mine I shall call, your poetry strikes me heart a bit this morning Glad to have you here Hobo man Love, Magics Mona xxoxox TIME well spent is TIME well lived