Ashley stared at the flap-like piece sticking out of the gigantic formation. She'd heard about the strange growth from some of her cycling friends, but did not believe them. Instead, she decided to ride out into the desert by herself to see it; proof was in the sighting - or so her parents had always… Continue reading HL Pic Series: 5-Ashley
Author: Dawn M. Paul
I am a creator and Jesus enthusiast sharing peace and joy through art and story.
Books
The sweet leather smell, brings dreams to my mind of treasures and islands, and love so divine. Remembering Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Carroll and Suess Their words were so focused, their stories, bits of truth. Society lies. Current styles are just snippets in time. Ugly, silly, dark stormy nights, humanity grieves and repeats the lies. Over… Continue reading Books
Elm Tree
Your leaves shade the house Your branches hold strong for birds Squirrels run over you.
HL Pic Series: 4-Jo
Jo studied the hammock. "I think it will stay," she said to the small gecko hanging onto a wooden porch post. "Now, it's time for a margarita." So far Jo's dream had not developed as she had planned. She had worked hard for thirty eight years as a school teacher, living frugally and saving every… Continue reading HL Pic Series: 4-Jo
Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel
Winny sat upon the leaf watching for the squirrel thief. It had taken her favorite barrett and chasing him, she'd gotten wet. She fell into the rain bucket; then pulled a tissue from her pocket, not useful-all wrinkled and soggy, her mind took turns, angry and foggy, as water streamed down her face, she climbed… Continue reading Gnome Poem: Winny and the Squirrel
HL Series: 3-Jenny
Jenny stared at the tree on the hill. It was a half mile from the house, but she could walk it in ten minutes when she needed to, and lately she'd been feeling the need often. It was the place she felt safest, sitting under that tree. Whether the sun shined, or the rain poured,… Continue reading HL Series: 3-Jenny
“This Land is Your Land” etc.
I recently did a writing exercise in my writers' group that called for us to add verses to the song by Woodie Guthrie. Here's my additions to the age old song - remember to sing as it's just a bit of fun: Riding down river, tubing Mississippi The golden sunlight peeked through the leaves It… Continue reading “This Land is Your Land” etc.
HL Pic Series: 2-Mavis
Mavis sat alone in her rocking chair, wrapped in an old frayed shawl with a dirty afghan across her lap. She stared at the dusty television that no longer worked, and wondered if anyone would knock on her door today. The postman used to knock everyday, handing her mail with a cheerful smile and a… Continue reading HL Pic Series: 2-Mavis
Dawn Marie Paul 