Gayle Sweeney

Rookie - 32 Points (1955 / USA)

Gayle Sweeney Poems

1. Blueberries 10/4/2010
2. Summer Water Lilies In Rye (Nh) 10/5/2010
3. Apples 10/5/2010
4. Daffodils 10/5/2010
5. The Sun 10/5/2010
6. My Sled 10/5/2010
7. Fall 10/6/2010
8. The Masquerading Warbler 10/6/2010
9. The Ocean 10/6/2010
10. My Teddy Bear 10/6/2010
11. Rag Rock 10/6/2010
12. The Bumble Bee 10/7/2010
13. Daisies 10/7/2010
14. Petals 10/7/2010
15. Springtime D.C. 10/5/2010
16. Birthday Wish 10/7/2010
17. Tracks 10/7/2010
18. Snow In The Sun 10/7/2010
19. The Shining Dewdrop 10/7/2010
20. The Bear In The Sierra Nevada 10/8/2010
21. The Carousel 10/8/2010
22. Colors 10/8/2010
23. Dreams 10/8/2010
24. Sunshine 10/8/2010
25. The Gulf Sunset In Florida 10/8/2010
26. A Cat Nap 10/8/2010
27. The Cormorants At Hampton Beach 10/8/2010
28. The Painting 10/8/2010
29. The Shamrock 10/8/2010
30. Woodland Spot 10/8/2010
31. Hotel Flowers 10/9/2010
32. Summery Shore 10/9/2010
33. Colors By The Seashore 10/9/2010
34. The Belle 10/9/2010
35. Woodland Wonders 10/9/2010
36. After The Rain Shower 10/9/2010
37. The Sky 10/9/2010
38. Our Dog Tippy 10/9/2010
39. The Magical Snowflake 10/10/2010
40. Library Books In Summer 10/10/2010
Best Poem of Gayle Sweeney

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.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming ...

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Apples

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!

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