FIFTEENTH STATE

Indians once called us "The Great Meadow"
and used our lakes and forests as their hunting ground.
Our beauty and wealth is not just skin deep
besides coal, we've the splendor of the longest cave around.

In springtime bluish-purple buds cast their hue
giving a rich blue color to the grassy fields.
And golden plumes of our state wildflower
line the roadsides in autumn with their yields.

In every war our young men have fought
and gone with honor to the grave.
"My Old Kentucky Home "is where
my pride, my flag, and banner wave.

About Me

My writer's passion awoke at age nine;
When the poem on the superstar board was mine.

As a youth I loved running and climbing trees;
Now I enjoy nature gardening on my knees.

I have three beautiful children, whom I love dearly;
Even with distance I see them all clearly.

I love Yeats, Dickens, Williams and Heaney;
Their words are great treasures on days that are rainy.

I love to quilt, paint and draw
My art work covers most of our walls

Without God and my husband I would be at a loss
and am grateful to both who have helped carry my cross.

"Dear Diary"

The flower blossomed this evening. The one I'd been waiting for, for several years. It shimmered iridescent in the gray evening. Each pollen grain on the center stamen was so big it made you ponder. Dust of yellow fell upon the alabaster petals. It was a splendid feast for the eyes as it glowed in the autumn light.

9/15/04