Biography of Gayle Sweeney
Live in New England, had a wonderful childhood reading books, playing in the woods and dreaming of being a native American Indian. Encountered a bear in the Sierra Nevada when I was about twenty two - it was up the trail from me a bit all of a sudden! I didnt recall that incident til years later when I was playing the piano and started to get flashbacks. My mind could have been protecting itself by forgetting while I was in the wilderness... went to St. Mary's College in Notre Dame - had season tix to the football games! ! ! graduated from U. Mass Amherst where I studied art history, theatre and voice. Now I do volunteer work for enviromental nature kind of promotions at Hampton Beach, NH USA and family history. Thank you Gayle Sweeney
Gayle Sweeney Poems
A Blue Jay
A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds And soft, glistening blue. Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires And snowy flurries, too.
Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog
The bog is now conservation land in Woburn, Ma USA. The old house, built about 1870 is my brother's home. According to a neighbor the house used to be a boat house. By the Aberjona River once cranberries were growing. Many treasured, sunshiny trees still are astonishing.
To Provence! !
It was spring then And my niece was a student in Paris. My sister and I had flown from Boston together For a visit.
The Strawberry Moon
The strawberry moon glowed over the deep, dark ocean, Sailing during the night with elegant devotion. The bright moon was full and in the sky was beckoning While the small, shining waves below were genuflecting.
The Monarch Butterfly
Oceans of mandarin orange played upon the bright, sun painted wings Of a Monarch in the air who made happy, shimmery blossoms sing! By and by this graceful butterfly fluttered like a dancer from Spain. It floated with a soft breeze then stopped atop some petals where it
A Cardinal In Winter
A sunny cardinal in the tall, snowy evergreen tree Wore a shining coat the shade of red berries so joyfully. While I looked dreamily outdoors towards the small, white, Wintry woods
Zinnias In A Rye Garden
Along a sunny front yard In a Rye garden On the ocean route Where heavenward zinnias shine,
Apple Picking Time
Not far up the path green trees with bright apples Sparkled under the lovely autumn sun. The bent, magnificent apple trees marched in rows With a parade of red shiny drums
On a sparkling day some children in play opened up milkweed pods Between fingers and thumbs with delight. Once set free brown seeds from inside with white spun, silk threads Took to a breeze in summery, magical flights.
In the mid 1960's about My family and I drove through the South More than once on our way to Florida To visit my grandmother and grandpa.
The Christmas List -
Kisses under the mistletoe, holly, Santa's list, Rudolph's red nose aglow, Sleigh bells ringing, A donated toy, presents galore beneath the glistening tree,
A Red Tulip
I remember A bright red tulip and more Grew in the backyard... and a maple. The maple tree is still there growing
Fraises Des Bois
Fraises des bois Called 'Mignonette' -in my garden are sweet Minature rubies I adore - and Taste like a sip of strawberry wine does perhaps.
A Bird On The Wire
Beyond a bird on the wire Is a sky of light blue triumphing sapphire. I looked up at the sapphire and the bird Thinking if I could only sing a song of sunshiny words.
The picked red apples, dazzled by the golden sun, glistened
Where they were held beside an old barn in their, wooden bins.
At Christmas red and green orchard colors often are worn.
From simple apples some pure delights of autumn are born.
The shining sun way up in the sky is our biggest star
But I love when bright apples top my table best by far!