A Country Girl's Writing

The joy of having sisters is absolutely amazing. I would never not want another one. The crazy things we do together are priceless memories, no matter how stupid they may seem.  There is nothing like  Me and you, Dancing in our bedroom To our favorite tune.  Joining hands and spinning 'round and round, Till we fall,  Laughing to the ground. 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...

Here we go again with another prompt. Prompt #4  "I'm free but bound, seen yet go unnoticed. Discovered but not uncovered. Unarmed yet at arms. Read  but go unread. Deadly but weak.  Hurt yet unharmed. I can explain but know nothing. I can talk yet none hear. Misunderstood and confused. The language I speak is so complex that few understand. I could say something and everyone would look at me funny. I stay quite because of the fear that I'll be misinterpreted. I put up walls no one can brake. I hide my feelings deeper that deep. Bared away so no one can get to me. Behind walls of steel and bones. Emotions unravel when no one around. I keep to myself  because of my fear. This I how I cope with life in every shape and form." He looked at me in shock. I shrugged my shoulders. What else was I supposed to do or say? I certainly wouldn't lie to him. I told him the truth because he asked. When some one asks me why I'm shy or why I don't talk as much as ...

Soft and sweet a beauty  of none other than you.  The one who holds my hand  and always  will  through good times and bad. By Evelyn creon

Ever since she was a little girl, Her daddy take her on his knee. He would call her his little Pearl; Sweep her up in his arms with spree.  Her head when she was only ten,  Was full of crazy dreams. She told them to her daddy, now and again,  About what she wanted to be, in extremes.  Growing fast she turned sixteen. Her daddy gave her a ring with a promise.  The gift made her feel serene And she began to take more advice.  Daddy began to see she was no longer a little girl. Growing up way to fast  She became a mural  On the wall from the past.  The years passed by all to fast For her daddy and mama. It wasn't long till she'd be at full mast; Sailing seas in a world of drama. When she was eighteen, she meet a boy And brought him home to meet her parents.  Not very long after they had met,  He inquired for their consent. Her smile flooded through all the house.  ...

  This poem was inspired by my wonderful oldest sister. The title is in Hawaiian. I Ko'u Kaikuwahine Katrina  Long brown locks fall down your back.  Deep brown eyes near your crown. Lips that have a hint of pink.  Cheeks that blush like a beet.  Quite and shy you can be; Never really very loud.   Most of the time you stand by  Watching everyone 'round.  Observing the most tragic  Things that happen in life.  Never really intrigued  In the more lively parts.  Creative and inspiring, Full of amazing ideas. Though many may not survive. The ones that do strive. You are this, never change that.  Unique in every form. Even though it is tiring:  I love you for who you are.  By Evelyn Creon