My Poetry from the book
Barren Hills, I lived in California ever since 1936. Almost every summer someone would start a fire in the hills. This poem was written for all the fires that have been set, the homes and lives that have been destroyed.
Captured Essence of Love, One year a rose bush in my garden grew a beautiful rose that grew two roses together, it opened into a double rose. They emerged together as one giant rose and everyone that walked by would say: "Look at that rose!" My daughter an Amature Photographer took the picture of that rose.
Mellow Meadow Marches, this poem was inspired by my husbands love for fishing with his friends
Mocking Bird, in 1967 my mother was killed in a car accident near Blue Lake, CA. The last words and prayer at the grave site, a mocking bird was singing his heart out in a tree nearby. Although it was a sad time hearing the mocking bird gave me hope of better things to come.
