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We saw a dim light upon top of the Bell House Tower
a scream echoed out and then a dark shadow slipped
by the light, in the midnight hour.
What was that? I asked my friend, I don't know
she said, but it sounded as if something has met
it's end.
The wind was blowing with such a strange howling
and all the city lights were off making it dark for
mysterious prowling.
A loud, maddening laughter rang through the air and
stood on our arms, every one of our hairs. We ran like
crazy down the alley way and never looked back until
the light of day.
The next morning a crowd had gathered at the Bell House
Tower and every one was shocked to see it was the bell
ringer who rung the bell, hour upon hour.
Not a sign made anyone sure of what happened, but we know
what we heard in the midnight hour, mad laughter from upon
top the Bell House Tower.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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If one evening by chance, You and I were alone
would you reach for me knowing
for You I eternally long.
Would you walk away and pretend these
feelings between us are just a glance
and miss out on what could be for us
a once in a lifetime chance.
Could not the brilliant moonlight tempt fate
and bring us close to one another
not a moment to late.
If one evening I came across you by chance
would you with me dance.
With clouds beneath our feet
a star filled sky with you, would be a treat.
If one evening by chance.
10/28/2014
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A long time ago when I was a little girl
I heard a story told by my family about
a Cherokee tribe who once believed it
would be better if there never was night.
The great creator heard their mournful plea
and took away the night and now day time
it would forever be. Soon the heat took its
toll and plants from the heat did not want to
grow.
Once again the tribe asked for relief but this time
of the light and spoke out loud to the creator for it
to be always night.
Darkness came upon them and still plants would
not grow. Warmth had disappeared and it was
always cold. Never a warm sunrise to meet and
little by little, nothing left to eat.
Once again the tribe spoke to the creator and asked
for the day and the night to be as it should. The weather
became more pleasant and gardens started to grow. Hunting
was good so there was always food to show.
The tribe thanked the creator for making every thing good
and they forever lived in gratitude for the blessings of this world.
I heard those who passed away during these times of change
the creator placed their souls in a new creation called
the cedar tree. They are now protectors of this tribal family.
So if ever in the forest and you smell a cedar near, know your in
the presence of those who lived long ago here.
The loss of perfection is hard to comprehend until it no longer
brings to one a fruitful end.
Now do I believe that this story is true? Well they say a piece of cedar
tree holds powerful medicine for protection. I still have a small piece
I have carried since I was 11.
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I watched a raccoon on a warm, sunny evening
as he lazily sit upon a branch high in the breeze;
When all of a sudden a brilliant, bright butterfly
gently landed just below him on a leaf.
The raccoon's eyes lit up with curiosity at the
brilliance of it's colors, as it's wings slowed to
a soft flutter.
The raccoon reached out to touch the butterfly
and lightly it lifted it's self toward the sky.
The raccoon reached for it once more with
his little hands eager to touched what his eyes
adored. The butterfly would not come close enough
for the raccoon to touch and in puzzlement the raccoon
he did stare and watched the brilliant, bright butterfly
flutter in the air. The raccoon seemed to want a little
friend as the butterfly landed and was now sitting on the
branch's bend.
The raccoon longed to see the butterfly up close and to
touch it's colorful wings it adored. The raccoon stretched
out it's little black hand once more.
To my amazement the butterfly landed in it's hand, this I
adored. As I watched, they stared at each other for what
seemed like hours; It was an amazing site to see natures
love and appreciation for one another.
What a beautiful memory left on my heart of nature's love
and great spiritual power.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2016
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A Long, Long Time ago, there was a cricket whose name
was Blue, she was named after the sky that she loved so true.
All day long she would look up at the sky while the other
crickets played and hopped merrily on by.
Then one day a dragonfly landed near and he heard the
whispered wish, the cricket held so dear.
Crickets my dear, he said, belong on the ground and if
you fell, well, you may never ever be found.
The little cricket answered yes I know, but to the sky
is where my heart longs to go. I have wings to help me fly
but they only carry me about one foot high.
To the top is where I long to be.
Hey! Maybe you could help me.
I don't know if that is a safe thing to do little cricket
but if you can help me then I will try and help you.
What can I do to help dragonfly, the cricket cheerfully asked?
Some rain would be nice to put in my water flask.
I carry water to those of us who are sick but there seems to be a
water shortage since the farmer filled in the ditch.
I would be more than glad to help and the cricket sung her beautiful song,
then tender raindrops fell from the sky and the dragonfly was pleased
as he carried water half the day long to those in need.
When the sky cleared and there was no more rain, the cricket waited
for the dragonfly to return again, and when he did not come back to her,
the cricket's face had a look of concern.
I know he will return, the cricket whispered to herself low, he just has to
for he promised me so. Just as the sun begin to set low, along came the dragonfly and asked, Are you ready to go?
The cricket said, Yes as her heart for this had cheerfully longed.
The little cricket jumped on the dragonflies back and held tightly on.
To the top of the tree he flew and landed on the tip top as he promised her
he would do. The crickets eyes filled with wonder and tears.
This is what she had been dreaming of, for years.
The dragonfly's days were never worried about drought, whenever his cricket
friend was about and the Cricket took many journeys on the dragonflies back.
She told her story in a song again and again. The tale of how a cricket flew
up into the sky, on the back of her dragonfly friend.
3/09/2017
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Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.
Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.
Mother's heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with loving care.
Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.
April 6, 2015
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I can walk through the darkness without light for
I know you will be standing at the edge of night
as sure as the lighthouse does in it's trusted plight.
Render to me the safety of your eager, loving arms
and lend me your ever present and tender charm.
Your perfect touch and warm, and passionate stare
makes me long for your honest and loyal care.
Never shall I ever be afraid of what comes in this life
not as long as you are my husband and I your wife.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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Take these old hands into yours
remember how they felt when
they were unwrinkled and belonged
to a young girl.
Take this tired smile honey I know
you don't miss and see the temptation
of passion that even now old, burns with a
deep desire for your kiss.
Take my grey touched, raven hair
and let it dance through your fingers
as if you do not care.
Take these older hazel, green eyes
and see that when looking at you
they still youthfully shine.
Take this old heart for it is still yours
and lend to it the thought that I am
no matter how old, still the same,
your girl.
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In a summer of lastingness, long ago,
what you had in store for me my love,
I could've never known.
Through the depth and channels
of the heart, you have shown me
life begins, where the loving starts.
Like an unfolded rose growing in the
morning's misty dew, you feed me
and then sheltered me as I grew.
If I stood before you today my love
you would see a full rose in bloom,
not at all hindered by gloom.
A strong stem, no regrets, no sorrow.
Only togetherness with you, full of
brighter tomorrows.
Thank you for all you planted in the
garden of my hardened soil.
A summer of lastingness has forever
brought tenderness instead of toil.
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I came late one season in the eve
and I noticed those emerald eyes
waiting for me, I did not see.
Waited to late to return from the sea
and now someone else holds my dream.
How is this, I thought to me.
A walk along the dock lead me, to the ole cemetery
where there stood a weeping, willow tree,
from the corner of my eye, this I did see.
Roses are red and violets are blue my love,
My traveler in the after life I wait for you.
Beyond the sea, there you'll meet me, where
I will no longer come second to her reefs.
All eternity you promised me.
I held her locket in my hand and how I wished
for her I could have been a different man. They say
you never miss a thing until to you it no longer brings.
To the sea I returned and days and nights pass as
the sea churns, each time the sun sets deep below
I think I might see her, my emerald love.
I smell her lilacs on the wind and each time a small grin
followed by a smile, for I know we'll meet again,
where the horizon meets, the nautical mile.
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