tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post7427998100762860109..comments2024-03-19T05:26:04.770-04:00Comments on A Year of Reading: Poetry Friday -- ToolsMary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-87789739560743428282008-10-28T07:06:00.000-04:002008-10-28T07:06:00.000-04:00Love this poem, and love your dedication of it jus...Love this poem, and love your dedication of it just as much!<BR/><BR/>Laura Salas (signing because OpenID isn't working for me this morning!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-50890323904408390312008-10-27T11:38:00.000-04:002008-10-27T11:38:00.000-04:00Nice one ml. I wish I knew my way around a toolbox...Nice one ml. I wish I knew my way around a toolbox!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-76934568833295499832008-10-24T21:32:00.000-04:002008-10-24T21:32:00.000-04:00I love this poem as well. My father doesn't know t...I love this poem as well. My father doesn't know tools or kitchen gadgets or trees, but his approach to life is straightforward and true to himself. And his non-judgmental love makes me feel as tongue-tied as the poet. Thanks for the tenderness the poem has brought to me.Yat-Yeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-28709705701608879652008-10-24T20:21:00.000-04:002008-10-24T20:21:00.000-04:00Also wanted to say I read down a bit in the Writer...Also wanted to say I read down a bit in the Writer's Almanac and enjoyed reading about the Norman invasion of 1066. One of my students had a library card with the number 1066 this week and I was telling him what a great number to have and easy to remember once you know the history of the English language.Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-64645476806128115812008-10-24T20:19:00.000-04:002008-10-24T20:19:00.000-04:00What a powerful contrast, from learning the names ...What a powerful contrast, from learning the names to being tongue tied with loss. Touching!Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-85175993317583764622008-10-24T17:43:00.000-04:002008-10-24T17:43:00.000-04:00My dad wasn't much for a tool box, but he could re...My dad wasn't much for a tool box, but he could recite The Cremation of Sam McGee. And since he was a surgeon, I'm quite sure he HAD tools, but I don't really want to know what each of them did!Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-10315282616437064192008-10-24T13:34:00.000-04:002008-10-24T13:34:00.000-04:00This is SO my husband. My father did know the nam...This is SO my husband. My father did know the name for everything, but since I was "the girl" I wasn't always privy to the same information as my brother. He did teach me to hunt though. GREAT POEM!Shelly Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06361081261238023477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-66460060742552906582008-10-24T13:00:00.000-04:002008-10-24T13:00:00.000-04:00This is one of my favorite poems about fathers; I ...This is one of my favorite poems about fathers; I count myself lucky for having figured out the names of things, so that when it was "hand me that --" I knew. I was always so proud when I knew.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-32099332701683294952008-10-24T11:02:00.000-04:002008-10-24T11:02:00.000-04:00Love this poem. Both my dad and my husband know al...Love this poem. Both my dad and my husband know all the right names for tools. It's definitely in the genes.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20429083.post-56363188726111953562008-10-24T07:39:00.000-04:002008-10-24T07:39:00.000-04:00This poem is beautiful. My dad did not know his wa...This poem is beautiful. My dad did not know his way around a toolbox (he liked golf courses much better). Even so, these words bring an instant lump to my throat, missing him!<BR/>CarolCarolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.com