tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580978899269996730.post7896142831247025856..comments2024-03-28T09:15:00.031-04:00Comments on Scriblets: The Composure of TreesBleethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886801464672049870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580978899269996730.post-63536910424931429012010-12-22T05:30:00.407-05:002010-12-22T05:30:00.407-05:00Blog today sounds very sad, but it really isn'...Blog today sounds very sad, but it really isn't because it is a story of a man who spent his life really helping others even though he sacrificed what he felt would have made his own life complete. He will receive his reward one day. I liked the poem. Beverlybeverly sibleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15300542054364349290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580978899269996730.post-15510610086824270552010-12-21T16:44:24.650-05:002010-12-21T16:44:24.650-05:00Nice. But I also liked the image you painted--&quo...Nice. But I also liked the image you painted--"...he spent his life in the remote countryside mixing medicine by day and writing poetry at night." There's something so yearningly human in that--mixing medicine to make others feel better while using his poetry as medicine for his own well-being, his own soul.rcothernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15666493558651227557noreply@blogger.com