tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post9205319849245890183..comments2024-03-06T05:40:23.294-06:00Comments on Teresa Evangeline's Poetry: DaybreakTeresa Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-51442279328783182512014-01-15T20:55:27.690-06:002014-01-15T20:55:27.690-06:00Yes, I love these rhythms to rural life ... it fee...Yes, I love these rhythms to rural life ... it feels right and good. Thanks, Bill.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-80888886016937634322014-01-15T19:06:31.669-06:002014-01-15T19:06:31.669-06:00I like this. There are different rhythms in rural...I like this. There are different rhythms in rural live. A truck as an alarm clock is one that is unique but rings so true. I love your observations and the simplicity in your expression. This was really good.WildBillhttp://www.widlramblings.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-15570977038645899192014-01-14T11:43:55.656-06:002014-01-14T11:43:55.656-06:00Steven, There's something almost like a ritual...Steven, There's something almost like a ritual about these things that are a nice part of our lives ... I understand ... :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-19709544405412972142014-01-14T11:43:03.760-06:002014-01-14T11:43:03.760-06:00Penny, It's so good to see you here ... I find...Penny, It's so good to see you here ... I find the sound very comforting ... Thank you.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-31331830820510070202014-01-14T11:21:58.130-06:002014-01-14T11:21:58.130-06:00I like this a lot. Years ago during the summer a ...I like this a lot. Years ago during the summer a motorcycle used to buzz past my house every weekday at 6:30AM. At first I found it annoying. <br />But soon it almost served as a comfort. Daily life was good. I realized how fortunate I was. I now miss the sound of that motorcycle.Stevennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-30275600224320833562014-01-14T08:46:34.752-06:002014-01-14T08:46:34.752-06:00I missed this yesterday, Teresa, but, better that ...I missed this yesterday, Teresa, but, better that it found me today, just past daybreak, a truck actually rumbled down our road. Such a lovely, atmospheric poem. Penny O'Neillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14665025558373015362noreply@blogger.com