Clara Scott
Los Angeles, California, USA
Clara ScottLos Angeles, California, USA |
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My father died when I was about five years old. Mother was incapacitated, so I was sent to live in a foster home.Upon my release at 18, I got a job as a live in maid. Married in 1946 my daughter Annka was born in 1950. After her graduation from high school she worked in an office until she had sufficient capital to open a boutique in which I worked alteration's until retirement.I began writing poetry about 1994. After entering a poetry contest there at the National Library of Poetry. I have contacted no to other source.I am trying to beat depression and agoraphobia. This outlet has helped me quite a bit.I think that everyone has a talent in some field and I try to show the importance of the smallest part of a given subject or project, and how without literature is the ultimate result. |
Lush Is My GreeneryThe sky displayed its bluest blue.Dreamy clouds attuned to the clue; Schemed for inclusion too. So they assumed a wide, white smile; Enabling snowflakes to cascade while, Amazed people stared at the sky. Questioned each other: Asking "Why snow in July?" Mister Sun with a jealous reason, Objected to Winter invading his season; Pushing through cloudland his red, hot ray, Dried the moisture without delay. Refreshed trees, stood straight and tall; Sheltered birds shrieked their call. Butterflies were on the wing! Damp bees asleep, too drowsy to sting. A flock of wet sparrows poised to sing. Dripping houses shining; A golden glitter. No graffiti, no soil, no litter. Luscious gardens, a pure delight Not one snail to spoil this sight; Couldn't spot a worm nibbling leaves, Gone were other garden thieves. Lush fruits and vegetables require care To keep them healthy, breathing air; Street trash a problem past! Perfection realized by all at least. The devil driving through this section Noticed its beauty and peace, his reaction; Exclaimed to his employees on the back seat, I say "demons, this place is outta sight, neat Here is where we settle down; Plenty to ruin in this town". He snapped his fingers, flexed his toes. Gave a loud roar then wiggled his nose. The wind again began to blow; Then came a blinding chilling snow. One scared toddler ran, screaming out the door; Right, in the path, of the devilish four. Satan laughed loud, lost control, hit a tree. Car was on fire so was he. Suddenly appeared a huge, black hole. Sucked them in, so I've been told. The devil and imps came to a temporary end; Hate and bigotry will bring 'em back again. Some of us want a world of peace. We hope this desire is on the increase. Only under power of God's love, Ruler on earth and Heaven above. |