Nita T. Falby
Los Angeles, California
Nita T. FalbyLos Angeles, California |
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A native Vermonter, Nita T. Falby is a graduate of the University of Vermont, and has a Master's degree from Boston University. She has taught school in Vermont, Massachusetts, New Jersey and California. In 1976 she traveled up the Rhine River in Germany, and to Holland, Austria and Switzerland. She has served as area Counselor for Los Angeles Unified Schools and as a part-time teacher in Santa Monica, Glendale and the public schools of Pasadena. In 1996 she traveled to Hawaii, and is at present working for a PhD at the University of Southern California. Her hobbies are writing poetry, short stories and playing the piano. |
Olympic SummerMagnolias bloom white and pure in the morning sunThe musical rhapsody is blue as the sky The crowds, the cheering drift upward on high The flags all a fluttering, the medals are gleaming The honors are plentiful, the steamers streaming And I, the last lonely Greek in the World Have heard the crowds, seen the flags unfurled Heard the bands and the beating of the drums Limp home from my own Marathon, well run. |
Cape CodWading, plunging through the deep sandCape Cod sand is heavy ... hot Little children slide the sand dunes Sliding down to small lagoons. There's the grand, wide blue Atlantic Rolling restless near the shore. and the grassy flatlands echo With the sound of oceans, roar Here I walk to Land's End slowly Hearing lonely winds great wail When the wind blows strong and fearsome Without a tree to bar it's path Cape Cod's sand dunes pile up golden And the sea gulls lonely blatt. Here I find a strange new feeling Stealing through the ocean's roar Here I find the awesome feeling Of having been here once before. |
Grant AvenueThe halls were dark; the room was sadAnd yet it was all the home that I had The quarters were close, the stairs were steep The snows of winter were ever so deep... But in the garden the lilac bloomed And spring came early to my little room, When it's purple petals fluttered down to the ground And its fragrance dispelled the gloom all around My soul soared up to meet the sky The beauty and hope of the lilac were mine. |