Barbara Jones 

Fairburn, Georgia 

 
 

I was born in Wilkes-Barre, Pa.; Graduated Laceyville, High; attended Brooklyn College, Barbizon School NY. Came South, met my future husband. Was employed by Life Ins. Co. of Georgia where I became "Miss Life of Ga". I've always been interested in the arts, especially, music, poetry, and painting. While I painted, I had several art exhibits, and was commissioned to paint many "old home places". I sang in a choir. Two years ago I switched to poetry. The National Library of Poetry has published them in three anthologies. To express myself in poetry and have others like it is a great joy. 

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Hello Autumn 

Summer days come to an end.
Into autumn they soon will blend,
Its sweltering heat will be lost,
and mornings dew will turn to frost.
the muscadine turns red on the vine.
the bird take wing, another sign.
leaves on the trees gradually fall
They are heeding natures call.
Fall peeps in She's a new comer,
it's time to say goodbye to "The last rose of summer."

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Fire Flies 

Twilight falls, the whippoorwill calls,
From the woodland comes a cooling breeze,
One that whispers through the tossing trees.
The fireflies light up the approaching dark,
As here and there , they scatter a spark.
Such an enchanting creature,
The glow of their lantern, their best feature.
Its fourth of July every night,
As they lazily dance and continue their flight.
Night time falls, and morning calls.

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Farewell People's Princess

The crash was heard around the world.
Flags at half mast were unfurled.
Only an echo escaped the tunnel so tragic,
But it resounded world wide because of her magic.
The People's Princess is dead.
That's what the headlines read.
Crumpled bodies, twisted metal,
She was crushed like a delicate lily petal.
A sea of flowers left at the Palace gate,
by fans who mourn her terrible fate.
Beautiful Princess, golden and fair
Whose heart went out to those in despair,
Now in London on a horse drawn carriage
Saying her final farewell,
And millions of mourners, hear in the distance
The toll of a bell.
Tho' the world will miss you at every turn,
In our hearts, your light will forever burn.
To The People's Princess, we say goodbye,
This special Princess, was Princess Di

All poems Copyright © 1996 Barbara Jones. All rights reserved.