A Country Girl's Writing

A single leaf Tossed in the wind. Floating this way and that.  Gravity pulled it down  Towards the earth, While the wind helped Ease the downward fall.  Like a leaf we start on a tree And as we grow Life takes hold of us.  Braking us free from the tree, Helping us to move forward in life.  As we float back and forth  We accomplish great things.  All the while gravity of death  Pulls us downward.  When we reach the ground Our life will be finished.  Wither it is full of accomplishments Or not is up to us.  We only have limited time before we are nothing  but dust of the ground. By Evelyn Creon

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Long before the sun Knew the world we see, There was nothing but space. Empty blackness of the blackest. A void with nothing there. Long before the earth Was God the creator of all things. By Evelyn Creon 

A rumble sounded in the distance,  While the earth shook with resistance.  Fighter jets flew above us  Releasing bombs in persistent repetition.  Explosions filled the air, While smoke and soot went everywhere.  By Evelyn Creon 

The author wrote a note For a person far away, Composed of delicate words. Words that were meant to remain. The note was folded, Slid in an envelope and stamped, Carried to the post office To be sent by mail. The note began an adventure It was put on a plane to Boston, Flew from there to Puerto Rico, London, Paris, and Hong Kong. It was then forwarded to Venice, Dublin, St. Louis, and New Orleans. After traveling for several weeks It ended up in the town of Keyes. The postmaster gave it to a servant girl Along with many letters. On her way home it fell from her hands Onto the street of Alexander. It was trampled by shoes Then kicked in the air Picked up by the wind And flew above the town, Then it settled in a puddle On Lingham street. There the ink started to seep, And disintegrate in despair. The note was lost to the receiver. The senders long hours in vain, For his beautiful composition Was never to be received...