Biography of Connie Yost
I wrote my first poem at age 13 and find myself still enjoying writing them. I hope to have a friend artist do some illustrations for some of my poems- -hope to have them in a book some day. My cat, Doobie, is my inspiration many times, as he is my constant companion when I am at home. Nature and human nature are good subjects for me.
- Butterfly Footprints
- Morning Conversation
- Sadie Was A Lady
- Bird Talk
- Flower Seed
- Assorted Snowflakes
- The Tulips Bloom
- Whither, Whether, Which
- I'll Dream My Way To Texas
- An Introduction
- A Dubious Boot
- Come And Walk The Plank
She Silently Cries
Somewhere on the plains the stripped tiger cats roar,
Somewhere a young tigress is pacing the floor.
Behind heavy bars and she hasn't a clue,
Confusion and loneliness deeper than blue.
She felt the small stinging blocking her senses,
She didn't know man or high covered fences.
But she knows of them now with absolute fears,
Bequeathed to the plains stay her innocent years.