Rebelbaby's blog: "Inspiration"

The smell in the air was fresh and He was on my mind Memories of the past where all he left behind I let it not get to me the sound of his goodbye But his voice was trapped within me and it darked up the sky A Feeling of entrapment was also present too My heart began to break but the sky was getting blue The suddenly the phone rang and he was on the line I asked him why he left me but he didn't reply. I thought the past when we laught and cried the time we spent together I knew had suddenly died. Author: Sharon Walz Chattanooga, Tn

It's summer time and I am at peace down where the wild thistle grow The breeze playfully tugging at my hair while I cast my rod into the swirling water down by thecreek where the wild thistle grow Lazily watching the clouds go by, while the kids play in the measow chasin the ducks, screams of laughter echoing in the place where the wild thistle grow It's times like these I am at my most happy Just the kids and I Trying to pretend we are great fisherman explorers, pirates down in the valley in the meadow by the creek where the wild thistle gorw. Author: Carrie Stewart Pikeville, Tn.