| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/12/04 at 01:17 PM LOL! Thank goodness they weren't skunks. For its small number of words, this is quite a visual poem. PS: Did I tell you I received my copy of Poetry of Music? |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 05/13/04 at 01:00 AM very nice, reminds me of going camping when i was little. the racoon ran off with the paper cups :-s |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/14/04 at 07:27 PM A fun read! I too could picture all the running and scurrying! hahah a fun shape to the poem as well! :-) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/15/04 at 01:26 PM I can see the paradoxical cleaning up. The scene too, so distinct. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/16/04 at 01:20 AM Oh the joys of camping. We have a pond in our
back yard with plastic plants in it. The miserable little buggers pull the plants up out
of the pond and leave them all over the yard. They
also pull up some of the stone at the waters edge.
G-r-r-r-r-r......Charlie |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 05/16/04 at 06:47 PM hahaha! loved the staccato aggravation! |
