tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post5993707731373664825..comments2024-02-01T13:07:47.576-06:00Comments on Linda Rodriguez Writes: Tallgrass--a poem for National Poetry MonthLinda Rodriguezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-9952111881911742712019-04-09T09:40:22.377-05:002019-04-09T09:40:22.377-05:00Thank you so much, Reine!Thank you so much, Reine!Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-77237346079266290492019-04-09T09:35:43.210-05:002019-04-09T09:35:43.210-05:00Breathtaking, Linda. Thank you.Breathtaking, Linda. Thank you.Maureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-85828392443109510222019-04-08T21:11:03.742-05:002019-04-08T21:11:03.742-05:00Yes, Marjorie. I love the prairies of Oklahoma als...Yes, Marjorie. I love the prairies of Oklahoma also. Two states that get short shrift from people talking about beautiful landscape. It seems like everyone thinks Kansas and Oklahoma are just barren and plain. But those of us who have lived there know that those states are filled with various kinds of landscape beauty. I defy anyone to drive through the hills outside Tahlequah in the springtime when the dogwoods and redbuds are blooming throughout the woods and not see the fantastic beauty of it all. Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3051850324215622990.post-54279187667774724422019-04-08T20:58:42.336-05:002019-04-08T20:58:42.336-05:00Love the poems and do think the flint hills are be...Love the poems and do think the flint hills are beautiful I grew up in Oklahoma where our Tall Grass conservancy is now. I have a book of the most beautiful scenes from our prairie that is a work of art. My grandmother born in Indian Territory was born there in 1869. She use to tell me that the tall grass grew taller than a man on horseback. I once thought she was kidding, but now I know better. Thanks for sending your poem. Marjorie Johnson LoweAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08656503167583000845noreply@blogger.com