Comments on: A Poem about Reverence http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/nature/poem-of-the-week-reverence/ Exploring the creative side of life: writing, art, nature & more Wed, 08 Feb 2012 18:08:50 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Susan Gabriel http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/nature/poem-of-the-week-reverence/comment-page-1/#comment-566 Susan Gabriel Tue, 11 Aug 2009 19:59:01 +0000 http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/?p=556#comment-566 Hi Glyn, I know what you mean, but I think we have to carry on and write anyway. Thanks for stopping by! Hi Glyn,
I know what you mean, but I think we have to carry on and write anyway.

Thanks for stopping by!

]]> By: Susan Gabriel http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/nature/poem-of-the-week-reverence/comment-page-1/#comment-565 Susan Gabriel Tue, 11 Aug 2009 19:53:31 +0000 http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/?p=556#comment-565 What great memories. Thanks, Anne and Nadine, for stopping by and sharing such wonderful images! What great memories. Thanks, Anne and Nadine, for stopping by and sharing such wonderful images!

]]> By: Glyn Pope http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/nature/poem-of-the-week-reverence/comment-page-1/#comment-564 Glyn Pope Tue, 11 Aug 2009 15:47:57 +0000 http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/?p=556#comment-564 This poem is so good. Makes you think that there's no point in writing. http://glynpope.blogspot.com/ This poem is so good.
Makes you think that there’s no point in writing.
http://glynpope.blogspot.com/

]]> By: Nadine Laman http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/nature/poem-of-the-week-reverence/comment-page-1/#comment-563 Nadine Laman Tue, 11 Aug 2009 05:31:13 +0000 http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/?p=556#comment-563 The first time I saw fireflies was on a road trip with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. We were in Kansas visiting and someone gave us each a canning jar for the California cousins to catch fireflies. I remember they flew slow, like the air is thick, flashing the light on their behind like a lighthouse beam. We had a grand time dancing and laughing around the yard while the adults talked. In the morning we found the fireflies dead. No one had realized we didn't know to go to the shed and hammer some nail holes in the lid. I've learned dramatically the power of ignorance and sprinkled their little bodies under a rose bush. Then I threw away a perfectly good canning jar. I'll always remember dancing around with delight, all knees and elbows, seeing fireflies for the first time. The first time I saw fireflies was on a road trip with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. We were in Kansas visiting and someone gave us each a canning jar for the California cousins to catch fireflies. I remember they flew slow, like the air is thick, flashing the light on their behind like a lighthouse beam. We had a grand time dancing and laughing around the yard while the adults talked.

In the morning we found the fireflies dead. No one had realized we didn’t know to go to the shed and hammer some nail holes in the lid. I’ve learned dramatically the power of ignorance and sprinkled their little bodies under a rose bush. Then I threw away a perfectly good canning jar.

I’ll always remember dancing around with delight, all knees and elbows, seeing fireflies for the first time.

]]> By: Anne Alexander http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/nature/poem-of-the-week-reverence/comment-page-1/#comment-562 Anne Alexander Mon, 10 Aug 2009 18:13:48 +0000 http://www.susangabriel.com/blog/?p=556#comment-562 What came instantly to my mind was dizzy dancing. In the evenings while my parents relaxed on the patio, my brother and sister and I would twirl around until we fell to the ground laughing, our head spinning, the stars above spinning. A childhood natural high. And, yes, cicadas singing, always! What came instantly to my mind was dizzy dancing. In the evenings while my parents relaxed on the patio, my brother and sister and I would twirl around until we fell to the ground laughing, our head spinning, the stars above spinning. A childhood natural high. And, yes, cicadas singing, always!

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