Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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This reminds me of some roads of my area..

Autumn's Dreams of a Country Road

Autumn's dream of a country road
Where houses are few and moving slowed.
Leaves are turning gold_ red_ burgundy.
Inside a warm home apples are candy.
In a barn or cellar cold winter foods quickly stowed
Against winter's coming and inches snowed.
Autumn dreams of snuggling nights when windy
Breeze carries tune;close by snacks_ hot chocolate handy.

Contest: Autumn's Dream
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James Horn December 5, 2017 at 5:23 PM Autumn is like an artist who is arrogant; Had been handsome wherever he went; When he was done, Wrote another one; For each of them he had God's consent.

Debbie Duncan June 17, 2017 at 9:25 PM Love it :)

J Hamilton Gist January 13, 2016 at 1:57 PM I like it. it makes me wish I was fishing at the lake my Dad would take us to as children. Good job! Come check out my work and drop me a line when you have a moment.

Day Benway December 29, 2015 at 4:46 PM I was raced in a small town with lots of back country roads brings back a memory of the past thanks for sharing

Ralph Sergi December 29, 2015 at 2:40 PM Hi Sara: A poem reminiscent of a Rockwell illustration. great write!

Earl Schumacker December 29, 2015 at 12:58 PM Hi Sara, Happy Holidays. Clearly this is a 7. Your natural skill and this poem have that "It" factor. What a joy to read. I like everything about it. It lends itself to a re-read. Have a great day and a Happy New Year. Earl

Eve Roper January 3, 2015 at 10:21 AM I feel the warm coziness you painted, Sara.

Andrea Dietrich December 26, 2014 at 9:41 PM gosh, this is considered your second best poem at Soup and I can't believe I had not seen it before. It's really good, Sara.

Robert Lindley December 5, 2014 at 9:55 PM A great write my friend. This one made me homesick for our old home on the farm when I was a young kid. I dearly loved those woods behind the house and the fields out front! Adding this one to my fav list t and thanks for bringing back sweet memories!

Matthew Anish September 8, 2014 at 12:40 AM This tells me of experiences I know little about having always lived in a big city. Lovely words! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Carolyn Devonshire November 1, 2011 at 1:02 PM Oh, this is a wonderfully dreamy poem, Sara. I loved living in the country "where houses were few." You took me back to childhood days with the snow and the hot chocolate. Would you believe I never had a candy apple? Terrific entry for Rick's contest and I wish you success. Love, Carolyn

Elizabeth Wesley November 1, 2011 at 10:27 AM Favorite time of year, too soon gone with all the lovely images you describe.

James Marshall Goff November 1, 2011 at 9:57 AM Sara, thank you for your comments, as I resume again, and for a long time before....this art of yours above (to my favs) absolutely invites the reader to immerse in the dream described...pulled in very deep...had to shake my head to snap-out of it end of line 8! thanks! jimbo

Poet Destroyer A November 1, 2011 at 8:50 AM wow That road is very pretty... here in Texas.. you see nothing like that... Last year when i traveled to Oregon,.. the roads and breeze where as lovely as your poem...p.d.

Judy Ball November 1, 2011 at 8:27 AM Mmmmmm! This sounds so warm and comfy. Loved the feel of this. It was like looking at a Norman Rockwell painting as I read. Great job here. A winner for sure. God Bless, JB

Nette Onclaud November 1, 2011 at 3:56 AM how lyrical and descriptive , sara.. makes me feel i'm there in the ecene.. lovely! missed ya; was out for a holiday to heal my allergy..:) winning wishes with hugggs!

M. Hussain Effendi November 1, 2011 at 1:54 AM You've given a lively feel to it, Sarah. I hope you this one wins the contest

Sarah Seraphin October 31, 2011 at 7:43 PM * “Tis Feels Sooo Warm & Cozy Here Right Now * My Dear Sweet Beautiful Sara * As If Being Within The Right Place * Hot Chocolate & Quilted Blankets * Watching The Gentle Embers Rising to Swirl Amid The Firesplace * A Slice of Pie * Just Like A Dream * My Luv, Always * Sarah.” *

Don Johnson October 31, 2011 at 4:51 PM I live in the very hot country, were never the snow it does fall, and you sleep on top of the sheet, without any clothes at all... thats right ...summer time

Russell Sivey October 31, 2011 at 3:10 PM Great write here Sara! I really enjoyed the two lines, "Autumn's dream of a country road, Where houses are few and moving slowed" this is so very true...I go out to my elderly grandmothers house often and things do go slower out there and neighbors are in fact far apart! Such a perfect two lines!! Wonderful work!

Daver Austin October 31, 2011 at 2:47 PM Yes, let's get cozy with this fine poem. Love, daver