Robin Ramsey

Morristown, Tennessee

Robin has been writing poetry since her early teens. She has taken an Independent Study course in Creative Writing/Poetry from The University of Tennessee and is currently taking a course from the Institute of Children's Literature on Writing for Children and Teenagers. She has had several poems published in various anthologies including The National Library of Poetry. She is a Distinguished Member of the International Society of Poets. She has received an Accomplishment of Merit and an Editor's Choice Award for her poetry. Robin says, "My poetry is a glimpse at my hopes, fears, love, thoughts and life."

God's Art

A tiger roars,
a small chick peeps,
an eagle soars,
a baby weeps.
A river runs wild,
wind is in the trees,
the air is mild,
soft buzzing of the bees.
A rainbow up high,
plays its role,
connecting the earth and sky,
making the picture whole.
This world-what a creation,
with each and every part,
and what an elation,
living in God's art.

Time

Apart from yesterday, now never
dies,
Although in essence, time
certainly flies.
Forever ageless, never growing
old,
this marching father always
moving bold.
Unending motion, seasons
warm and cold,
eternally going, time's
undying hold.
Conclusion lacking, stories
will unfold.

Mysterious Way

Life has a mysterious way,
and everyone has a role they must play.
It is funny how we all can change,
how things come along- our life to rearrange.
With each triumph we can grow strong,
but each defeat makes the road so much more long.
We may believe it is all a game,
until we find out pain is its name.
The challenges we face,
are strategically in place.
The result is one of two things,
to crash and burn or soar high with new wings.
Some get lost in a dungeon of fears,
and slowly they drown in a pool of their own tears.
There is always hope.
that someone will throw a rope.
You grab on,
and they help you face a new dawn.
So that someday we will all find our wings,
and cherish the happiness that it brings.
We will learn to treasure our triumphs each passing day,
and roll with this life and its mysterious way.