Evelyn Gillies
Laguna Niguel, CA, USA
Evelyn GilliesLaguna Niguel, CA, USA |
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To overcome a loss of a pet I sat down to write, it was 1978, "The Ode to Henry Higgins." The verse has been in my desk and read often. I find joy in telling my thoughts of yesterday, today and tomorrow in writing poetry. As a child I was encouraged to draw and paint pictures. I lived and studied in the Northeast. After marriage and two babies I picked up my brush to continue these studies. At this time our home was Colorado. In 1963 we moved to the Northwest. Here too, I studied and painted and enjoyed rewards. A grandmother four times I now live in California with my husband. The National Library of Poetry has given me the opportunity to publish these verses for you. |
CricketThe cricket sings his songon a warm summer night And fills the air to his delight And some times he stops for a second or two Then sings another that only a cricket knew I wonder who he is singing to! For I cannot sleep until he's through |
SpiderThe spider web is finer then a spool of threadHe weaves it from leaf to gate I know because I found it too late When the morning dew is on the web And the sunlight glistens each thread I love to see a spider web So little spider weave your thread For I cannot find anything finer than a spider web. |
ButterflyI saw some butterflies flutter byThey make my garden come alive They light on the pansies and the petunias too Then flutter on in a second or two Oh pretty butterfly Your iridescent wings in many hues Attract my attention to you Oh pretty butterfly Gone is the summer and the butterfly too I wonder where they have gone, don't you? But I know they will come back next summer to flutter in my garden anew. |