tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post2101217405382761756..comments2024-03-05T06:52:06.523-05:00Comments on Mainely Write: PitchDonna Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-88009270420568190122015-03-17T00:41:29.527-04:002015-03-17T00:41:29.527-04:00Nicely penned, Donna! I liked all the word play in...Nicely penned, Donna! I liked all the word play in both poems, but the "Eyes" poem was my fave!Intellibloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04262938291462934103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-78784436081209244052015-03-15T05:42:44.218-04:002015-03-15T05:42:44.218-04:00nicely written
Lost In Her Eyesnicely written<br /><br /><a href="http://cifarshayar.blogspot.com/2015/03/lost-in-her-eyes.html" rel="nofollow">Lost In Her Eyes</a>Cifarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03435254563163870510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-13544083496030681282015-03-14T16:54:09.700-04:002015-03-14T16:54:09.700-04:00Enjoyed your play on pitch poem! Also the eyes--I ...Enjoyed your play on pitch poem! Also the eyes--I think mothers need about 8 eyes.<br /><br />Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10811244438243200435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-64924741783725986012015-03-14T05:21:26.071-04:002015-03-14T05:21:26.071-04:00My mother had more eyes than that, she could see t...My mother had more eyes than that, she could see things when she was not there. Great poem, got me thinking.alan1704https://www.blogger.com/profile/16068631142963794991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-90550857955087503372015-03-13T00:24:01.267-04:002015-03-13T00:24:01.267-04:00Your eyes poem ~ adorable.Your eyes poem ~ adorable.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-61405753077008145532015-03-12T23:37:03.484-04:002015-03-12T23:37:03.484-04:00Mom's eyes are the best.Mom's eyes are the best.Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-51981482589180870722015-03-12T23:36:37.568-04:002015-03-12T23:36:37.568-04:00I know my mom had at least 4 eyes.I know my mom had at least 4 eyes.Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-71123223019028759512015-03-12T23:36:02.238-04:002015-03-12T23:36:02.238-04:00Thanks! There were two wonderful for climbing app...Thanks! There were two wonderful for climbing apple trees in our backyard, too. I laid claim to one and my brother to the other. Never gave it much thought that the other two siblings didn't "own" a tree!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-7866180385723169622015-03-12T22:47:12.606-04:002015-03-12T22:47:12.606-04:00ha. my mom probably had those eyes in the back of ...ha. my mom probably had those eyes in the back of her head...cause she always knew when you did something...ugh on trying to tent camp in the rain too...that can be miserable...especially it is raining when you are trying to set up camp...it just starts all wrong...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-3921798056845970932015-03-12T21:30:06.834-04:002015-03-12T21:30:06.834-04:00Your poems are terrific, Donna. I love how many me...Your poems are terrific, Donna. I love how many meanings of each word into each poem, and Elsie's idea of using them as mentor texts with kids. I loved climbing trees when I was a kid, but we only had maple and apple trees in our yard. My mother was always afraid I'd fall and break my neck, but I never did.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-85928552421555140602015-03-12T19:50:58.378-04:002015-03-12T19:50:58.378-04:00It is fun in this community, to learn more about e...It is fun in this community, to learn more about each other through slicing!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-78815559175346795462015-03-12T19:46:42.775-04:002015-03-12T19:46:42.775-04:00Oh, banyan trees! You should write about sitting ...Oh, banyan trees! You should write about sitting in those branches sometime!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-45709553036203246072015-03-12T19:07:29.348-04:002015-03-12T19:07:29.348-04:00They truly do seem to have some extras, and it'...They truly do seem to have some extras, and it's probably a very good thing for kids!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-65081596786562519182015-03-12T17:37:39.374-04:002015-03-12T17:37:39.374-04:00Loved the pitch poem - and the story of trees that...Loved the pitch poem - and the story of trees that went with it. We had banyan trees where I grew up (India) and climbing those old branches gave me so many hours of happiness as a child. Thanks for awakening memories, Donna.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-59511544059879143222015-03-12T16:37:14.438-04:002015-03-12T16:37:14.438-04:00Donna, your variety of pieces are amazing. The inf...Donna, your variety of pieces are amazing. The informational piece on white pines provided me with a wealth of knowledge that I never knew about and your antics as a tree climber is adventurous indeed. It is wonderful to have connected with you. Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-31815618019600817192015-03-12T15:39:42.612-04:002015-03-12T15:39:42.612-04:00The linguist in me loves how you explored the vari...The linguist in me loves how you explored the various meanings of eye. And the mother's eyes made me smile.Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-89231092190372735992015-03-12T12:19:21.014-04:002015-03-12T12:19:21.014-04:00You are an amazing prolific writer! I love, love, ...You are an amazing prolific writer! I love, love, love the pitch poem! What a great mentor text for teaching kids about multiple meanings and using the context to understand which meaning to use. Then the story of climbing trees and ewww the sticky pitch. Followed by another clever word use poem. One word for you . . . AMAZING! elsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16997205294316920985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-30065934525546556552015-03-12T10:21:19.752-04:002015-03-12T10:21:19.752-04:00oh yes i agree mothers have two in back too.....a ...oh yes i agree mothers have two in back too.....a delightful eye poem :)Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-88776692510476165232015-03-12T09:56:36.753-04:002015-03-12T09:56:36.753-04:00Thanks, Gillena! Will be popping over to your pla...Thanks, Gillena! Will be popping over to your place shortly! I always love your stuff!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-87817089091041132632015-03-12T09:14:09.951-04:002015-03-12T09:14:09.951-04:00really nice "eyes" poem
much love...really nice "eyes" poem<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-57169560607047759742015-03-12T08:22:16.489-04:002015-03-12T08:22:16.489-04:00Hi, Linda! I'm glad you could get the rhythm ...Hi, Linda! I'm glad you could get the rhythm of "Pitch"! It's always a challenge to try to get it right. And love that you remembered having to leave your shoe! You need to write about that one! So...the doggie was up a few times last night, too. Seems to feel fine, but not "doing" fine! I think she stole some of the cat food...and I caught her at it again this morning. Thought the mini door for the cat would be too small for her now, but NO - she can still get through it! Looks like one more day/night of this. I'll smarten up today, and the cat will have to jump OVER the gate.Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-2588794792723828772015-03-12T08:06:53.752-04:002015-03-12T08:06:53.752-04:00You know, we just didn't take frequent baths w...You know, we just didn't take frequent baths when I was a kid. I swear it was only when Mom couldn't recognize us anymore that she marched us upstairs into bath rotation (one tub of water, 4 kids). I'm glad this brought back those special memories for you!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-19848201354302187632015-03-12T08:03:13.965-04:002015-03-12T08:03:13.965-04:00Ha! I had my kiddos at school convinced I had a c...Ha! I had my kiddos at school convinced I had a couple extra eyes, too. Nothing beats having good peripheral vision with first graders!Donna Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13738281869266957726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-28195707246481067172015-03-12T07:48:35.363-04:002015-03-12T07:48:35.363-04:00The pitch poem is "pitch perfect", of co...The pitch poem is "pitch perfect", of course! I read it aloud to hear it, so good! Eyes too. You are a clever poet! I was a tree climber too, and students through the years have come back with pitch from our own pines - no white ones here. One time got my foot stuck between two big limbs-had to leave the shoe! Hope that doggie gets better!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604430404780110710.post-73628744692973809942015-03-12T07:48:09.274-04:002015-03-12T07:48:09.274-04:00That was a great trip down memory lane. How often...That was a great trip down memory lane. How often I camped and trecked through forest of pine trees when I was young. We'd climb a tree, or hide behind it. At the end of the day our hands were sticky and we were filthy. I seem to remember having grim on my arm for several days thinking it was a tan, but finally realizing it was filth... and that was just last week (j.k.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com