Observation At Four

Yes, I like this form and use it a lot. I suppose I should name it and be famous! (Yawn) Elizabeth

And this is the house that Jack Built - I love the style of poetry you chose, great poem. Hope you are keeping well. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Thank you, Jenna. You are a wonder! Elizabeth

Here I am, and I find your lines intriguing. You’re not in a dry spell. You make your reader see life through a telescopic lens. Now, reverse the order using that magic elixir I sent you in my comment. Wink

Such a delightfully sweet cute poem Elizabeth from your daughter…..excellent you wrote it down and kept those very special innocent words! Debx

Thank you, Michael. Elizabeth

Elizabeth such a lovely theme. Love the way you worded it. Thanks for sharing...Thanks for commenting on my Poetry the subject can bring in controversy. I hope my response to your comment was not offensive I did not mean it to be. Hope all is good Elizabeth...

Out of the mouths of babes. Thank you for sharing your beautiful verse, Jeanette. Take care, Shirley

A lovely little package of poetry, Elizabeth. Your verse; "a little brown earth in a big blue sky" expresses just how small our world is in the GRAND scheme of things. Wonderful observation at four... wonderful title too! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Hi, Harry. I hope you are okay! I'm originally from Ohio but now in Melbourne, so, like you, thank goodness no floods here! Elizabeth

Oh no, not a victim of the horrible floods over there. Elizabeth, i'm dreading the day we are struck with one those rain bombs over here in Perth. Like how you've wrote your poem, though, clever stuff...Harry.

The beauty of your poem and its message lies in its wonderful simplicity and I love it for that. Cheers - Gary

you've summed it all up perfectly, elizabeth! nicely done...

It really is that simple...yet we make things so much more complicated. Thinking of vastness...way-out there meaning and purpose...too often neglecting the warmth of dear and near relationships.

The world is always turning. Yet in the scheme of things compared to the universe we are but a grain of sand.

Flawless, my friend ... Shades of the postal address on the 'mystery letter' at the end of Act 1 of Thornton Wilder's "Our Town." Lovely penned, gw

Such a coincidence Elizabeth, I live there too. Lovely, poem and a reminder that we all live here. Isn't it a pity that we all cant act like neighbors? Enjoyed.