|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|For inspiration, I sometimes lie on the ground, stare at the clouds and talk silently with the Lord. He never fails. Blessings, J'nia|
|Reviewed by Mary Coe
|Enjoyed very much. A lovely poem.|
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|This is really good Bro. Eddie! I think that while the tin man was rusting, the lion was asleep in the den, the scarecrow was picking corn; the little girl was shopping at the Emerald City Dollar Store, and the dog was getting flea dipped.
But alas, the morning comes, beaming eastern sunrays of fresh inspiration.
blessin's, this was a neat read!
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Take a vacation to the Emerald city..|
|Reviewed by William Rowan
|Really interesting. Well done!|
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|wow!!!! this is awesome. love the last line.|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
wonderful, creative write--i've felt like that at times
"help meeeeeeeeeeeeee" LOL need the oil of muse to loosen my brain (it's rusted)
(((HUGS))) and love,
follow the yellow brick road, and find that wizard! :)
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Ah, there's "No Place Like Home" in the heart of a poet... at least when the muse is talking to you. (lol) Wonderful write!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|as a fan of "the wizard of OZ", i really liked this poem! thanks for sharing, eddie; enjoyed~ (((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D|
|Reviewed by Larry Rochelle
|As a guy who lives in Kansas, I can offer you some help. Think, "Oil can." Feel those poetic muscles flexing? No? Then think. "A beer would be real good right now." Never fails! Thanks, Eddie!|