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05-22-2010
Susan Brown
Walter,
I thought the stranger across the lawn, was writing for "only" me, years before I came to know him? Frank has gone and burst my bubble. I suppose... I'll have to learn to share (share and share alike) with the strolling restless.
Susan
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05-21-2010
Frank Fields
Now, today, two years and some miles later, this work speaks as strongly now, if not more, as it did then.
Today, however, I may be more aligned with
"Once I was writer of soft and lovely tales
Now I am just an old man ride the dreams of sails"
than with the underlying passions of the rest.
You really should think about writing for others, besides myself, Walt. Or is your Universal Touch such that it strikes some chords in all who are fortunate enough to read your works? The latter, most like. ^^
Frank :)
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04-21-2008
Frank Fields
"...Sunshine is a mystic song with no refrain
Touch of magic rides the poet's name...."
This one stanza, perhaps more than the rest, and maybe because of my own bent, seems to capture your ever-present, though sometimes hidden, gift at verse and other things as well, presenting the ever magical qualities your works inspire.
What more...?
Frank :)
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