|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|This reminds me of summers in Warwick, Rhode Island. I can smell the salt air! Thanks!
|Reviewed by David Young
|Spring alight the alteration, where the dance upon your words creating see shore soft sensation so stimulating.|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|...oh, how I love Seashells, Surf and Sun...Simply Stunning~|
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|I can only imagine and experience the sensations vicariously through your words. Sounds wonderful!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Sensational! As are most nature outings.|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|I love your poem, makes me want to take a ride to the shore. I have a wonderful collection of seashells, I have also, written a poem with that title.
Yes succomb away!!
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|I succumb to these too, everytime at the shore.|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Everytime I am at the shore I do succumb to same...e|
|Reviewed by Ruan Burke
|I have always loved the sea and this set all my senses into overdrive - the smells, the sounds, even the texture and the saltiness of the air, all came to mind.
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Somewhere south of St. Augustine someone sees Sir Budd's sensational sand, surf and sea sonata and succumbs to the scenic seashore saga.