I’ve just started to write some poems

I love autumn! I'm from the North East but I live in Gozo now so miss the autumnal weather. I loved your poem it really invoked the essence of the season and happy memories. Keep writing you're really good.

I throughly enjoy the creative writing group. There could have been more people there but the weather wasn’t too good. I enjoyed the company, helpful advice and tips. We had to write out two poems using the words she provided. I loved reading mine out to the group and they were very complementary. It really cheered me up.

Yes, creative writing groups can be great. They can provide company, discussion, support and perhaps some helpful comments on your work..

I started at a creative writing group today. It was great. I’ll post some of my ideas soon.

Thank you so much.

Very moving tribute to your dad.
Brought so many images to mind.
Thanks for that.
xx

Lovely Purplepixie.

Loved your poem

Thank you.

Bring it on purplepixie An absolute delight

I really liked that poem Purpleplexie. Thankyou.

Thank you for your wonderful support and kind words. There are more to come. 🤗🤗🤗

A beautiful tribute to your much loved dad. Thank you for sharing.

That's very moving purplepixie. I had a tear in my eye, such was your evocation of the autumn in all its glory. It brought back memories of my own dad, digging diligently away at our large vegetable garden. He didn't enter competitions, it's not such a big thing in the West Country, but it did feed the family and I used to love "helping" him as a young child. In truth I was hanging around for a freshly podded pea or broad bean!

Thank you for sharing.

That’s lovely. I love poems. This one is a touching piece about your Dad. Can almost imagine him.

Thank youpurplepixie

Lovely poem to a much loved Dad 💔

Thanks for posting, I loved your poem. I'm sure it will make many of us think about our fathers.

Thank you for sharing your poem. So evocative of Autumn and a reminder of all the flower and produce shows with such lovely sights and smells. Most of all a poignant tribute to your father, his hard work in the garden and his success in the competitions.