tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post6304469945765508344..comments2024-03-27T20:36:43.009-04:00Comments on Letters from a Hill Farm: Today's poem - The Lanyard by Billy CollinsNanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-64827385390391274162007-06-09T13:30:00.000-04:002007-06-09T13:30:00.000-04:00Thank you all. I just love that poem. I tried to...Thank you all. I just love that poem. I tried to read it aloud to Tom and the tears stopped me. Kay, I know you are right. We love all those "little" gifts, handmade or bought. Kat, what an awesome thing for your mother to do. I think you got your sense of humor from her. Midwestmaven, I sure will, and thank you for saying that. I like poems that I can understand. There's a neat one coming up when my peonies open. :<)Nanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15547916206007733970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-8177095414254944212007-06-07T20:58:00.000-04:002007-06-07T20:58:00.000-04:00What a wonderful poem! I love this feature of you...What a wonderful poem! I love this feature of your blog - hope you'll keep the poems coming!karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17803981850984707704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-26998207026852137182007-06-07T12:26:00.000-04:002007-06-07T12:26:00.000-04:00Thank you for bringing back memories of summers sp...Thank you for bringing back memories of summers spent making lanyards out of gimp. My mother got her share as Christmas presents. <BR/><BR/>I laugh to remember how not so many years ago she gave me enough gimp to make another lanyard which I promptly gave to her.Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11200177056135281932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-31659644206852562262007-06-06T21:12:00.000-04:002007-06-06T21:12:00.000-04:00And you know, that lanyard did make them even I su...And you know, that lanyard did make them even I suspect in his mom's eyes. He was her precious boy and he gave her something he made with his own hands. Even indeed. Or that is what this mom would think.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6049626897935912366.post-48201516044464534782007-06-06T19:39:00.000-04:002007-06-06T19:39:00.000-04:00Thank you - that brought tears to my heart! Beaut...Thank you - that brought tears to my heart! Beautiful! How do you repay a mother?Peg-woolinmysouphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03790536800383924646noreply@blogger.com