A Country Girl's Writing

Our country's bird, A beauty it be; It stands for The stars and stripes, Of liberty.  By Evelyn Creon 

This poem was inspired by the countryside just out side of Adliswil. There are no docks that I know in Adliswil, but there are docks in Zurich; that's where the line " closely to the docks " was inspired.  Bells on the hillside; Clouds in the sky. Bongs of clocks Closely to the docks.  Crows flying through air  Worrin' 'bout themselves.  Bleats of sheep  On hills they do reap.  Splashing of a stream; It dips and dives.  Through the sky  Cold, crisp leaves do fly.  Various places  Snow it does lie. Sun streams down  On fields green and brown.  By Evelyn Creon

The wolf is quiet as can be, As it creeps over hills; Who will his next victim be? The wolf has no need for a pack, So a loner he walks, Far from wolves that attack. His black gray coat shines by moonlight. On his hunches he sits, And howls to the moon at night. His call's long and full of sorrows, From telling his story, To all those who follow. The wolf has long been a legend In this part of the hills; Though none have ever seen him. Of him all settlers are scared. A monster he is titled; Yes, one that all have feared. Save one, who is his companion, An independent boy Left once in the cave of a wolf. This boy's parents died near the den Where a mother wolf dwelt. Who took him as her own. She brought him up as best she could. Then left him with her pup In front of a cabin old. The cabin, quite a ways from town. Belonged to a couple Who never could have children. The adopted the boy and pup; And brought him up until Their life o...

Don't fall into a puddle  That will turn to metal Beacuse you will no longer be  That perfect little frog. By Evelyn Creon