Gayle Sweeney

Rookie - 32 Points (1955 / USA)

Gayle Sweeney Poems

41. Hotel Flowers 10/9/2010
42. Lady Moon 3/20/2011
43. Library Books In Summer 10/10/2010
44. Linda And Friends' Hampton Beach Gardens 10/4/2011
45. Love On The Boulevard 9/14/2012
46. Milkweed 10/12/2010
47. Monarch Butterflies At Happy Hampton (Nh) 9/25/2012
48. My Dear Irish Grandfather 10/26/2010
49. My June Garden 11/5/2010
50. My Sled 10/5/2010
51. My Teddy Bear 10/6/2010
52. My Very Loverrrrly Cat, Mittens 11/1/2010
53. November Song Too 12/20/2013
54. Nyc From The Sky 10/17/2010
55. Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog 10/17/2010
56. One Halloween 11/8/2010
57. Oranges 10/17/2010
58. Our Dog Tippy 10/9/2010
59. Our Feathered Friends 10/21/2010
60. Our Heirloom 8/12/2013
61. Petals 10/7/2010
62. Pinellas Shores 2/14/2012
63. Rag Rock 10/6/2010
64. Rick's Garden 6/6/2013
65. Robin Egg Blue 5/8/2011
66. Rudolph 10/15/2010
67. Sea Gull World 10/11/2010
68. Singing The Blues 10/31/2010
69. Snow In The Sun 10/7/2010
70. Songs 5/15/2012
71. Sorrow 10/17/2010
72. Spring In New England 4/29/2011
73. Spring Songs 10/5/2011
74. Springtime D.C. 10/5/2010
75. Star 8/16/2011
76. Summer Days 7/30/2013
77. Summer Dreams 5/15/2012
78. Summer Water Lilies In Rye (Nh) 10/5/2010
79. Summery Roses 10/10/2010
80. Summery Shore 10/9/2010
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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A Shooting Star

Between the tall, darkened evergreen trees
Some twinkling stars shined
In the night brightly..
The black sky is a melody
Where a shooting star is
A trolley to our dreams.

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