Hallette Dawson Herndon, Virginia

Hallette is the daughter of a deceased Foreign Service Officer. With her parents she lived in Frankfurt, Germany during the 1948 occupation; in Greece in the 1950's; and Panama in the early 1960's and returned to Germany in the late 1960's. She has traveled extensively throughout Europe and North Africa. She is a single mother and enjoys gardening, classical music and the arts. Hallette has a poem published in the book, "Windows of the Soul Anthology", by the National Library of Poetry. She says she does her best work when she is content and that writing gives balance to her life.

MIGHTY IRON HORSE Here it comes again, That melancholy sound. Oh how magically, It makes my heart pound. That lonely whistle, That soulful cry, The teaming steed, That passes by. It makes me feel good, It makes me feel whole, As wanderlust Goes through my soul. The urge to move. The yearn to leave, I must stay here, And that I grieve. I listen all night, And dream as I lay, Of the desire to see Places far away. The mighty iron horse, Cutting the night like a knife, Leaves me now, As it passes through my life.

SITTING ON THE STEP The honeysuckle sweet, The crimson sunset, The Bob White's whistle, The time we can't forget. The warm evening nights, Sitting on the step, The night creatures awakening, From daylight hours slept. The crickets snap away. Their happy little tune, As we sit and stare At our glowing moon. The owl hoot-hoots, His fearful warning cry, As little ones near, Shiver a gentle sigh. A cool glass of lemonade, A thought or two of the day, A longing for tomorrow, And what it brings our way.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Hallette C. Dawson. All rights reserved.