tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post5310414186944010607..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: He Walks in the Glittering Sunlight/imaginary gardens with real toadsannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-43476956793662344302018-09-13T07:52:42.260-06:002018-09-13T07:52:42.260-06:00I like your story Jim, thanks for your comment, an...I like your story Jim, thanks for your comment, and thanks for sharing the story.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-90676396817453810612018-09-13T07:52:15.399-06:002018-09-13T07:52:15.399-06:00Thank you Sherry, actually I think you might like ...Thank you Sherry, actually I think you might like them!annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-68753822046514169112018-09-13T07:51:49.123-06:002018-09-13T07:51:49.123-06:00Thank you Ha, in the fall you see them often, I am...Thank you Ha, in the fall you see them often, I am not sure where they are going. Thanks for your comment.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-30090392581793586602018-09-12T17:19:56.330-06:002018-09-12T17:19:56.330-06:00You are keeping your readers in suspence, good job...You are keeping your readers in suspence, good job. I was trying to figure out if he was mythical or deity. When I read of the eight feet I was thinking octopus but the previous descriptions didn't fit the sea creature well. When we lived in El Paso tarantulas were quite common although I never saw one in my five years there. <br />Reminds me of the school animals choosing sides and playing schoolyard football. The elephant's team was way behind. But right away in the second half the Octopus scored five touchdowns in a row. The elephant asked the Octopus where he had been during the first half. His answer. "I was putting my shoes on." Sorry, Annell...<br />..<br />Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-16118137738895087102018-09-12T16:54:12.534-06:002018-09-12T16:54:12.534-06:00Oh my goodness, I would not want to see one of tho...Oh my goodness, I would not want to see one of those critters ambling by..........I love your title, and the colours and imagery in this poem.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01926508656571639801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-5335268141795438562018-09-12T15:18:50.251-06:002018-09-12T15:18:50.251-06:00Ooh, quite a mysterious stroll. I like how you int...Ooh, quite a mysterious stroll. I like how you intersperse the verse with small details and end it with his identification. I liked the azure imagery as well. Well-penned.<br />-HAAnmol (HA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02427056865589377093noreply@blogger.com