Blanche Dean

Linton, IN

I was born and grew up in Western North Carolina, near the beautiful mountains. I was married when I was 21 years old. Three years later, we moved to my husband's native Indiana. We had two children: A daughter and son. She was a school teacher. He was a D.D.S. They are both deceased now. But I do have 3 granddaughters and a husband. Some years ago, I took art lessons and painted many pictures and received several ribbons. Later, I started writing poetry. Have received an "Award of Recognition" from California in 1995. I am a member of a Protestant Church. My faith is very strong in God.

When Twilight Falls

When twilight falls upon our town
Then lights go on all around
Children on their skates at play
Hate for children to come their way.
Mothers begin to call them home
Knowing someday they will roam
But for today they are in our hands
We must mold them our little lambs
When they grow up and travel around
They will be prepared for things abound.

As twilight falls then they will know
Their home is the safest place to go
With Mother and Daddy standing by
Ready to love them if they cry
When twilight falls upon the land
We reach out with a helping hand
To those who are lost and forlorn
Who need a friend to guide them on
So - let your light shine upon all
To keep them safe - "When Twilight Falls."

Slow Down

While I was walking hurriedly
The sun was coming up
Caught a glimpse of pinkish sky
And clouds moving away up high.
Then seemed to hear a voice there close
Said, "Slow down and smell the rose-
Don't go fast that you can't see
The many things which are so free."
As I passed the turn in the road
I felt a discard of a heavy load
While looking from side to side
Could see the road was very wide.
But or each side the grass was green
With wild flowers blooming to be seen
Then I heard the birds there singing
And farther along - a church bell ringing.
By then the sun was shining bright
My walk had been a pure delight.

Early Dawn

This dawn when I awoke,and walked across the room
I looked out upon the wonders of a day of crystals
All bright and shiny, bathed in a galaxy of hues
Far beyond my mere being.
"This is summer", the voice whispered only to me
And as I watched the colors changed from pale-pink-opal
To a living light of green emeralds--
That shimmered into their realm of vanishing moments.
The quietness engulfed the beauties upon this splendor
That seemed to envelop my soul out to sea of nostalgia--
To a dream, seeking refuge on a song of compassion into a sublimeness to exist through this pre-nuptial awakening to "The Early Dawn"

Memories Of Home

Today I passed our old home place
Of so many years ago
It looked so sad and lovely now
Just drove by so very slow.

The old clothes line hanging still
Maple trees upon the hill
Where my children used to play
Now, only memories of yesterday.