tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post5281130518198352969..comments2024-03-22T07:52:09.997-04:00Comments on Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: When Country Visits City...Janet Martinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-80995020575598270392019-02-21T09:33:24.343-05:002019-02-21T09:33:24.343-05:00as simple as it seems it has fulfilled many dreams...as simple as it seems it has fulfilled many dreams and brims with blessings I better not miss by gazing at what might-have-been instead of this; what is!Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-71876392922270819012019-02-21T07:06:09.808-05:002019-02-21T07:06:09.808-05:00I love your story, Janet! I love your story, Janet! Sasha A. Palmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11930602874359925520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-24048867956314404392019-02-20T20:52:05.175-05:002019-02-20T20:52:05.175-05:00Yes, I'm so happy/thankful we are close enough...Yes, I'm so happy/thankful we are close enough to see each other pretty often! I'm sure you miss the sound of traffic if you grew up with it!!! Part of who you are, right? I hope you write a bio or memoir someday! the 'peek' into your past on your post a few weeks ago really piqued my interest!;-) My story goes something like this. Once upon a time there was a girl who grew up at the north end of a little village. In due time she married, moved to the south end of the village for one year til her grandma sold her house at the west end of the village where she lives to this day. the end. lol! Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4504381264366497570.post-16113705741266584072019-02-20T18:27:33.254-05:002019-02-20T18:27:33.254-05:00"And past her window hastes a never ending sy..."And past her window hastes a never ending symphony<br />Of traffic noise that rushes like a river to the sea" --<br />this is what I heard growing up :) and I miss that sound. Hope you've enjoyed your trip to the city, Janet, and it's so nice your daughter's not that far away, you can both visit each other. Happy for you!Sasha A. Palmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11930602874359925520noreply@blogger.com