Under my tin roof
A comfortable feeling51 total reviews
Comment from C. Gale Burnett
I love this, Willie. Your poem brought to mind my own memories of growing up in an old frame farmhouse with a tin roof. The imagery you presented within each stanza was fantastic. Just the way I remember it.
Gale
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I love this, Willie. Your poem brought to mind my own memories of growing up in an old frame farmhouse with a tin roof. The imagery you presented within each stanza was fantastic. Just the way I remember it.
Gale
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from mermaids
There is a feeling of comfort in your words,the reader feels like she is there with you. Your subject is unique,I think this is the first poem I have read about a tin roof. You have a smooth flow of words and lines that gives your poem an almost musical feel to it.
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There is a feeling of comfort in your words,the reader feels like she is there with you. Your subject is unique,I think this is the first poem I have read about a tin roof. You have a smooth flow of words and lines that gives your poem an almost musical feel to it.
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from JoannaN
I like your poem. When reading it, I can imagine the scenes in my head. I think your poem would be perfect for a little song, it would work perfectly with a piece of guitar music. Perfection :)
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I like your poem. When reading it, I can imagine the scenes in my head. I think your poem would be perfect for a little song, it would work perfectly with a piece of guitar music. Perfection :)
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from Wayne Fowler
I like your poem. it is indeed comforting, both the poem and the sound of rain on a tin roof.
You rhyming was sometimes forced (kid/featherbed), and a little bit discomfitting.
Overall, though, it was well done.
Best wishes.
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I like your poem. it is indeed comforting, both the poem and the sound of rain on a tin roof.
You rhyming was sometimes forced (kid/featherbed), and a little bit discomfitting.
Overall, though, it was well done.
Best wishes.
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from Michael Cassar
What a reminder of fifty years ago. I was in Puerto Rico and the only place I could find was a farmer's guest house, with a tin roof bedroom.
It was a beautiful day which turned into a stormy night. The thunder rattled on the tin roof. I can feel each line's words. Precise are the descriptions, yet I must admit that night I doubted my sanity. Expressive poem
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What a reminder of fifty years ago. I was in Puerto Rico and the only place I could find was a farmer's guest house, with a tin roof bedroom.
It was a beautiful day which turned into a stormy night. The thunder rattled on the tin roof. I can feel each line's words. Precise are the descriptions, yet I must admit that night I doubted my sanity. Expressive poem
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from Sally Law
Beautifully penned poem and aptly illustrated, dear Willie. I ,Ike the nostalgia and and the country setting of sweet days of your youth. Sublime! Sending you my best today as always,
Sally XOs
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Beautifully penned poem and aptly illustrated, dear Willie. I ,Ike the nostalgia and and the country setting of sweet days of your youth. Sublime! Sending you my best today as always,
Sally XOs
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from June Sargent
I know exactly what you mean. My husband and I used to visit a friend up in the hills of Vermont whose family owned a cabin from the 1700's.it had a tin roof and we slept on feather mattresses with frames made out birch, tied together with leather straps. When it rained, we slept to the soothing rhythm of raindrops falling on our heads... glorious memories.
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I know exactly what you mean. My husband and I used to visit a friend up in the hills of Vermont whose family owned a cabin from the 1700's.it had a tin roof and we slept on feather mattresses with frames made out birch, tied together with leather straps. When it rained, we slept to the soothing rhythm of raindrops falling on our heads... glorious memories.
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from MissMerri
I really like this poem. I think you've done a superb job of creating a mood and accurately describing the delightful event of sleeping to the sounds of falling rain. All the relevant details, lightning and thunder, wind blowing, limbs scratching the house... all brought back vivid memories of similar nights in my home as a child. I loved this poem from beginning to end and commend you for writing such an intoxicating piece. MM
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I really like this poem. I think you've done a superb job of creating a mood and accurately describing the delightful event of sleeping to the sounds of falling rain. All the relevant details, lightning and thunder, wind blowing, limbs scratching the house... all brought back vivid memories of similar nights in my home as a child. I loved this poem from beginning to end and commend you for writing such an intoxicating piece. MM
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from Fleedleflump
I think these things are all about security - if we trust our environment, if we know we're safe, then peace can ensue. I really enjoyed this one.
Mike
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I think these things are all about security - if we trust our environment, if we know we're safe, then peace can ensue. I really enjoyed this one.
Mike
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
Comment from Carol Hillebrenner
This is a great poem about one of my favorite things, listening to the rain on a tin roof. It certainly deserved the accolades it has received. I do miss the featherbed at my grandmother's house.
reply by the author on 01-Oct-2022
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This is a great poem about one of my favorite things, listening to the rain on a tin roof. It certainly deserved the accolades it has received. I do miss the featherbed at my grandmother's house.
Comment Written 01-Oct-2022
reply by the author on 01-Oct-2022
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Thank you, Carol, for the nice review and shiny six stars. We are lucky we know of such things. Youngsters today don't know the
comfort and security of a thin feather bed on top and a thick one below. I doubt if the generation today has any idea what a feather bed is.
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Someone is selling the thin feather cover and calling it a duvet, like in Germany, which never gave them up apparently.
