My response to this awesome world is to write
Aim to live my life with vision, faith and light
To shine in the dark, like a star in the night
Connie Peters' poems in progress
My response to this awesome world is to write
Aim to live my life with vision, faith and light
To shine in the dark, like a star in the night
A Walk in the Night
That birthday, autumn, I had turned nineteen
We three friends decided to take a walk
But first, lasagna then cake and ice cream
A pleasant time to laugh, catch up and talk
Into the dark night, on a country road
We longtime friends, comfortable spending time
Our teasing and camaraderie flowed
He, neighbor since birth, she, classmate of mine
We didn’t know this walk would be our last
And a standout memory of my past
Like a Song
I can’t believe that so much time has passed.
The twenty-five years have flown by so fast.
The first one who stayed with us, frail, and small,
She could not see, hear, talk or walk at all.
She weighed only thirty pounds, twelve-years old.
She was light enough to carry and hold.
Caused feelings that I’ve never felt before.
Somehow, she was one I grew to adore.
She had such beautiful, big, dark-brown eyes.
And when she smiled, it came as a surprise.
She clearly favored a warm bubble bath.
Her life was certainly no primrose path.
She did not stay with us for very long.
Her memory still lingers like a song.
Out of the House
Five girls, little room
Played outside sun or gloom
Snow, rain, thunder boom
Mom always with a broom
We ran the hills
Explored for thrills
Took our spills
Hot or chills
Took our hikes
Rode our bikes
Lots of yikes
Lots of likes
Sled in snow
On the go
Grass to mow
Firefly glow
Brilliant leaves
Tomato thieves
Torn shirt sleeves
Wild grass weaves
Swam in creeks
Rained for weeks
Laughs and shrieks
Squeals and squeaks
Climbed up trees
Stepped on bees
Skinned our knees
Memories
Rivers, sand, oceans, lakes, red earth, mossy trees, plains, mountains
Early travels countered the hills, creeks, and trees of
Pennsylvania
Now, my old stomping grounds have become part of my travels
Why?
Why does it rain?
Why do birds sing?
Why did the creek go dry?
Why does it snow in April?
Why do trees whistle in the wind?
Why do animals eat other animals?
Why do chipmunks die in bird houses?
Because.
Just because.
Why Not?
Go to Egypt?
During the school year?
Ride camels?
Is it safe?
Adventures, history, fun
So we say, “Why not?”