Natalie Gaye Ford
Naples, Florida
Natalie Gaye FordNaples, Florida |
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I am an Artist and write also. I studied Art in Cornwall England at the St. Ives School of Painting. I am now retired and a widow living in Naples, Florida. Here I have been concentrating on writing...I have written a book of poetry called "THOUGHTS OF THE COSTA RICAN RAIN FOREST", for which I hope to find a publisher. I believe in living life to the fullest and to make each day count. |
WrinklesI looked into my mirror this morningMy face a map of where I have been and where I am going. Etched with memories, some bad, some good. I would not change it if I could. Each wrinkle representing part of my life; Crinkles around my eyes the happiness I have known; Downward lines around my mouth The sadness I have felt; Thoughtful creases across my brow, The lessons I have learned. I have matured and ripened like aged wine. Getting better and better all the time. |
AutumnWhen the trees turn to gold and the leaves fall silently to the ground,I forget about growing old as I watch the nimble deer tiptoe through the woods without making a sound. I walk quietly down the footpath the crisp air caress's my face, The branches of the trees welcome me with their leafy embrace. The twisting vines comb thorough my hair and the haughty little quail struts down the trail as if I were not there. The tiny grey squirrel scurries in search of food Becoming a part of my natural mood. I looked up at the sky dark clouds beckoned me and the trees seem to sigh. A loud roaring thunderous noise echoed in my ears. Lightening streaked across the sky and added to my fears. The rain came busting forth bathing the golden forest. While the wind whistled a prophetic tune Old man winter will be here soon. I ran back through the woods and down the winding path And did not look back.................. |
GrandmotherShe was eighty three years youngLaugh wrinkles around her bright eyes Thin sparsely gray hair, loose false teeth that make a clacking noise when ever she ate. Much to her embarrassment. How she hated being old, ugly flesh with gnarled aching bones. I was helping her bathe one night She was all huddled up in the corner of the bathtub...I noticed she was staring at me... I didn't say anything but I looked into the very depth of her soul. Then I knew and understood...There was a lively, loving spirit imprisoned in her decaying body, waiting to be released. |