A Country Girl's Writing

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

Inspired by a summer evening.  Shh! Listen to the music Directed by the crickets.  They're singing symphonies  In the evening light, If you care to listen.   By Evelyn Creon

One of the things I have always feared is the idea of losing my parents. This was a dream that I would have over and over again when I was younger.  My heart fell from his hands hitting the ground shattering into a thousand pieces. "Nnnoooo," I cried, "You dropped it! How could you do such a thing?" Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't hold them back as much as I wanted to.  A grin crossed his lips as he looked at me and said hardheartedly, "Your the one that gave it to me, and so you have me the permission to do what I wanted with it. I don't care about your heart so I broke it. " The tears streamed faster down my cheeks than they had ever come before. "Does my heart mean nothing to you?"  " NO, nope, never have and never will. "  I looked up at him in disgust. His grin made me sick inside. I had trusted him with every part of me, and most importantly the memory of my parents. I couldn't look at hi...

The trees are gently shaking As the sky's grow quite dull; Cloud formations now appear. Now quickly coming toward us, A chill runs through the air. Storm rains are coming through. The wind takes over control As the earth gets battered, By rain from up above. Painful and sharp are the drops; Thunder claps overhead; Lighting makes the ground tremble. Rain has evaporated; Thunders all depleted; Lighting is disappearing. Temperatures are rising now. Dying down is the wind; So still, the trees have become. Sun brakes through misty landscapes With rays of goldenness; East wind pushes clouds westward. Where sunbeams do hit the ground, Raindrops all do glisten In splendor for all to see. Slowly trees begin to drip; Puddles drain all away; The sun shines though all the day. By Evelyn Creon