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| Reviewed by SOULFUL SHEE G. Pulsing In Passionate Purple PassionS |
8/26/2009 |
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Such a BEAUTIFUL BLESSING Lady J!
and YOU did the right thing, YOU and Hubby!Blessings to YOU Both/All!
You write with such illicit views, right in your face imagery! I love it!It's that talent you have!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Purple_Passions, SHEExooo |
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| Reviewed by Sister Deborah Young |
6/23/2009 |
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| Wow! Such a heartfelt story; it was absolutely beautiful! (smile) |
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
6/16/2009 |
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This is an incredible story, Joyce. Deer come through my yard a lot, but I've never seen them with a fawn. You're lucky! Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
6/15/2009 |
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| A wonderful sharing Joyce!!! I could see all you wrote! The picture is great! I'm glad you both were able to help him , just a little bit! What a nice way to satrt the day!.........M |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
6/12/2009 |
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Thank you for sharing this lovely encounter, Joyce. Coincidentally, yesterday as I was cycling around the mountain here, I saw a doe and two fawns in a meadow by the side of the road. Special! Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Goddess Love (Reader) |
6/12/2009 |
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Like this story-poem and your style of writing.
Legacy |
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| Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath |
6/11/2009 |
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Great, that is fantastic that you all were able to capture a photograph of the little one. Yes that was a blessing indeed.
Lovely poem "Sunday Morning Visitor"
Hope you are well and enjoying your break.
Continued blessings,
Gwendolyn
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| Reviewed by OnepoetGem * |
6/11/2009 |
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| great capture of the moment verse Joyce, as I was driving home I almost ran over a little baby rabbit who was hopping on the side of the road, I was glad at least that I didn't hit him but if he survived it was a miracle, cheers |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Terry |
6/11/2009 |
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This little fawn needed help, and you and your husband were there to provide it. A wonderful gift from God this little visit was, because He tests us every day to see how we react or do.
This is a tissue reader if ever there was one. This made me so happy that the fawn was reunited with its mother it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for this wonderful write.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
6/10/2009 |
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Oh Joyce what a God given gift this was. A miracle in your path and the love, warmth and beauty that filled all your hearts. How wonderful to have the opportunity to read your words again. You have been missed...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
6/10/2009 |
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| You were indeed privileged to be party to a unique moment, Joyce. I'm so glad that the mother reclaimed her infant, though it had strayed into human territories. It's always quite a dilemma as to what to do for the best. You acted wisely and quickly. A precious write full of the wonder of belonging and of harmony with one's sorroundings. Bless you, Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
6/10/2009 |
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Aww! You are blessed to have seen this little fawn, who knew where to come for safety - well done, Joyce!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Paul D Berube |
6/10/2009 |
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| Great experience and a great write Joyce. |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
6/10/2009 |
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| Too cool, I only see them scampering across the road, never, even with all the woods surrounding my camper, in person do they visit us...you are most blessed...Ed |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
6/10/2009 |
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Beautful story...My brother lives in Wisconsin...witnessed a fawn fall though the ice..the Mom...paved, breaking the ice over and over to reach her little one....when finally a path was cleared of ice and the fawn was back to shore..she collapsed of exhaustion...amazing indeed.
Love,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper |
6/10/2009 |
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| Joyce, I'm so glad to see you back online and posting poems again. Your poetic style is beautiful and contain stories that are interesting and heartwarming. I still re-read poems from your excellently written book, Kentucky...The Mountains I Call Home, and find something interesting in evey re-reading. "Sunday Morning Visitor" is wonderful as is the accompanying picture. Happy day! |
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| Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins |
6/10/2009 |
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| Oh...Joyce, where have you been hiding this one? A tear came to my eye. Thank you for this tender poem. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
6/10/2009 |
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Thanks, it will be something to remember every time man disappoints me.
Perhaps Kentucky is where He prefers to have peace.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
6/10/2009 |
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What a touching poem, Joyce; so glad baby and mama were reunited! Great write; enjoyed~ Well done, (((my Kentucky friend)))!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
6/10/2009 |
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when this special little creature
graced us with his presence
if only for a while.
Loved your story, Joyce, and the ending. I've been watching a mother deer and her two fawn in a little patch of woods near me, and they truly are 'special little creatures.' |
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