Frances Ann Flory

Salisbury, MD, USA

Frances has been writing poetry since high school. Her poem "Clouds" was published by the National High School Poetry Association. She is a retired teacher and avid singer. To date, accomplishments include publication by the National Library of Poetry, The Poets Guild, and Poets Choice. Her poem is included on the National Library of Poetry tape entitled "The Sounds of Poetry." Miss Flory received The Editor's Choice Award in 1998 and has recently become a member of the International Society of Poets. Frances says, "I try to express in poetry the beauty in the environment." You can e-mail her at: Francie_55@hotmail.com

7:40 A.M. Aftermath

Puddles and leaves
Intertwined
As the aftermath
Of a spring shower.

My Perennial Garden

My perennial garden
Is such a delight
Because it keeps blooming
From morning till night.
Delphiniums stand
Back against the wall.
Snapdragons shown there
Are stately and tall.
Blazes of color
Red, yellow, and pink.
Don't forget to give them a drink.
My perennial garden
Is such a delight
Because it keeps blooming
From morning till night...

Why

A friend should be kind and sweet;
A friend should walk and talk
And warm your feet.
A friend should hold your hand
And cry and wonder why.

Clouds

Clouds take many shapes and sizes
Tinged with many hues and rays.
When all is gently subsided
Soon, too soon, they fade away.
One day while walking on the green
A lovely sight did I behold
For in the sky up so high
There was a cloud outlined in gold.
It looked just like the
Virgin Mary with a golden halo there
A figment of immortal beauty
That would soon disappear.
Life is like the clouds up yonder
Always changing never stopping
Soon too soon it fades away.