A Country Girl's Writing

Sorry for the super late post. The weather and internet have not been in the best of shape.   In a basket Resting on the floor Lies a little baby Peacefully asleep. Warm and cozy, In sweet dreams. While snowflakes Fall outside in heaps.   B y Evelyn Creon

To all the people who understand what it's like when you lose your blanket at night.  Tossing and turning, Around I wrapped A big thick blanket Behind my back. It got so hot, I wiggled and thrashed Kicking the blanket Off my bed. As I slept hours past, Then midnight's roar Scared me half to death, And my body felt frore. I bolted straight up And fumbled around In search of my blanket Blue and round. Yet I felt nothing.  Reaching out my hand It gripped only air, I was getting mad. I got out of bed I stumbled and fell Crashing to the floor How fatal it felt. that's when I felt it So soft and torn It felt so nice though it was old and worn. To tired to move Broken and sore  I fell asleep On the floor. by By Evelyn Creon

Inspired by the picture I am using for this blog post. I have never experienced dreaming about my own death but I know people who have. It raises the question what is the reason for people to dream about their death?   The waves tossed and turned throwing walls of water continually over my head.  I could barely breath. Every time my head emerged to the surface in was pushed under again in to a swell of water. The swell would spin me around which to me seemed to be forever. Then it would spit me out and the cycle would happen again. I wanted to get away from all the water, but there was no land or boats in sight. I felt hopeless and as time passed I didn't fight for a breath of air. I became so tired that eventually I felt my body start to sink down.  I looked up. Light was shinning through the water as I went down, down, and down. There was a thud on the ocean floor where my body laid to rest. I booted up straight as a door nail and ripped of my blankets. "It...

This idea is to reflect some of the innocence that a child has. Moonlight streamed down upon her As she lay asleep upon her bed.  It made her hair glisten. Outlined her eyelashes, nose, and lips; Her most delicate features while she slept.  Untouched by the evils  That lay out side her door. By Evelyn Creon

Sleep weighs heavy on his head. The lack of which he's had  Is showed by every motion,  And position in which he sleeps.  By Evelyn Creon

Cat Nap  A cat nap is refreshing.  It gets you though the day.  Only by the tip of your cap You will stay awake.  By Evelyn Creon 

This poem was written to help portray the beauty of fog. I have noticed that some people are afraid of fog while others are not. In my family we always love to see fog covering the ground because of the beauty that it leaves when it is gone. The fog is a ally as well as an enemy, it can hide the good and bad things in life but also bring out the beauty of life afterwords.       Sweet Repose The fog comes sweeping through the terra,  Drowning out unwanted noise. And like a blanket, the earth it covers; Hiding her a little while. Underneath the fog she sleeps; Enveloped in sweet repose. There's none can find her, none awake her; From this long awaited pause. When the sun slips through the fog And streams upon her lovely face. The earth with her blushing cheeks, awake As the world she captivates. The fog, it vanishes out of sight. But beauty, it leaves behind. She's far more glorious, to the eye Then that which she was befor...