A Country Girl's Writing

I peered beneath the surface A view caught my gaze, One of distant beauty That none could ever gage. It was powerful and priceless, Full of deadly and living things; Of animals and bees. The creatures all seemed calm And in perfect harmony. Maybe never seen before By a human like me. Though I knew I shouldn't I couldn't help myself, So I touched the surface with my finger. I had no fear and little doubt. With an unbearable pain I drew it back As I watched the ripple I created poison everything. The surface that I'd touched The beauty that I'd seen Slowly seemed to fade And shrivel up and die. My finger it got worse And my tears didn't help. My body began to shake uncontrollably. I tried to grasp for something But in vain there was nothing. I fell to my knees in dreadful agony And passed out from the pain. When I awoke I could barely stand. The sight I saw gave me no doubt That I was the human Who had snuffed life out. Out of a wor...

The sunset in the sky  Is dreamer than most. With it's pastel colors  Sinking slowly  Past the coast. By Evelyn Creon

Roses are my absolute favorite flower. They have played a big part in my life. Their smell is so breath taking, and brings back many memories. The name itself was my great grandmother's first name, and now is  part of mine also. It is also the flower for June my favorite month, an my birthday month.   Rose comes from the Latin word rosa. They come in many different colors all of which have significant symbolic meanings. I have put together a  list of what each color of the Rose symbolizes. White - purity, innocence, and youthfulness. Ivory - charm, thoughtfulness, and gracefulness. Yellow - freindship, joy, and caring. Peach - modesty, genuineness, sincerity, and gratitude. Orange - desire, fascination, enthusiasm, and energy. Pink - femininity, elegance, refinement, and sweetness. Red - passion, love, romance, and desire. Violet - enchantment, splemder, wonder, and mystery. Green -  richness, abund...

Leaves on the ground, Leaves on the trees; All in a colorful display, A splendor, an' array.  Red an' yellow, for apples That rest upon the ground.  Orange, for pumpkins  All carved, an' round.  Amber, for spiced cider  A yummy warm, refreshment.  Brown, for the acorns   That we turn into decor.  The colors they're lustrous, A beauty to the eye.  The colors of autumn  That fill the October sky.  By Evelyn Creon

Yesterday I had the opportunity to drive through Glenwood Canyon with my family. It was beautifu. the beauty of the canyon inspired me, and so I wrote a poem about my experience there.  The canyon walls towered high above  us. Beautiful rock formations lined it's walls. The Colorado river's murky water lies below, Seventy was the speed limit  A freeway both ways.  Twelve miles mostly of bridge we drove on, Four tunnels passed we through.  Orange cones lined the center line, Preventing you from driving in the left lane.   Electrical construction made one way traffic, For both ways.   A train track was built  on the south side of the river.   if it is still in use,  I wouldn't know.  Rest stops were placed about every three miles, Throughout the cannon.  They were small, clean, and green;  with ramps to the river.  Rafters floated down the river t...

I am spending all of November in Switzerland, so all of my post from now till the end of the month will be inspiration I have from the beauty of Switzerland.   Today's post was inspired by the painted leaves that adorn many of the trees in Switzerland this time of year.  This particular writing today is about a gardener seeing a tree he planted in his younger years thirty years later.  I was taken back by the sight of her; adorned all fit and fine. Her hair was pulled back gently with a couple strands on display. Her painted face, lips, and hands were raised. As if to say, "Come to me." A gold chain was draped around her neck. A glittering ring on her finger did laugh. Jewels hung in array from her ears. A yellow lace shirt trimmed her bosom. While along brown and green skirt draped from her sides. Her feet lay bare on an orange carpet. La leather purse hung from her wrist. Her tone was like a song. Her movement was that of a queen. Maids of waiting we...