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About me - Leslie Vann

My name is Leslie Anne Vann. I am fifty-four and have been writing since I was twelve.
I had the best of two worlds. My dad had a house on the San Juan Islands while my mother raised us on a farm.
I have three grown children, Eight grandchildren and four great

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life
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Trial An' ErrShe survived the persecution.She survived the shopping mall.She survived the accusations.She survived the worship hall.She survived her small town childhood.Was taught young to take a stand.Her momma was a Christian, andher daddy was a Hell bound man.She survived the celebrations.She survived the trial and error... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost
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Momma's Little BoyDid you ever see a child who was lost somewhere from home?He stops and looks around a bit and sees's he's all alone.His little tears start falling, he makes a frightened soundtil someone takes him by the hand and gently calms him down.Then when he see's his mother, his tears quickly turn to joy.She proudly ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotions
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Tears on The Pillow I lay here this morning in white linen sheets As morning passes on, And stare out the window to concrete below, For once again I'm confused. A tear from eye my just rolled down my cheek And followed the path to my chin. I know that you know I'm laying here now. Right here where I've always been. I feel so... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: It's like this
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It's Like This If you don't want me, I'll not want you. If you don't love me, I'll not love you. For I cannot block the light of day that takes you where you want to go. Nor can I hide myself in silence. You want love. You say it will come. Then again how hard must one try? For beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If your... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems
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A Grandma's FirstI wish that I could tell you, your to young to understand.The love, the pride, the ecstasy, as I first held your hand.I watched you flow from mother's womb, still wrapped in mother's love.The Lord had sent you to us. An angle from above.How long had Jesus kept you with Him in His holy skies?He kept you long e... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation
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Round and RoundWhat comes around goes around.That was our favorite song.Now all I have is memories.How long have you been gone?It seems like only yesterday.Or was it weeks ago,You changed your mindand left me here?I don't really know.I still reach out to touch you,so it hasn't been to long.Your face is fading more each day.My... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational
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MeanwhileEvery sunday morning at the church upon the hill, the congregation gathered, about a quarter til.Around ten the choir sang praises,announcementsthen were made,the children left for junior church, then a tithe was paid.The Pastor started speaking on his sermom for the dayA song was sung in closing,then everybody pray... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paranoia
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The WarriorAs a bird in sorrow for the loss of her young,who just fell from his nest to the ground,as a lion whose cub has been trapped by man,an emtion in me has been found.As a feeling of rage from a female grizzlywhen intrusion is felt and she roars,I feel that same feeling, as my space is observedopening to many doors.I f... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Indian nations
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The Indian and The White Girl (a legacy) The Indian said come with me. The White Girl said o.k. She jumped upon his pony. They both rode fast away. He was young and very brave, she was but a child. A brown eyed, brown hair haired beauty, an Indian free a wild. His tribe would not accept her, the white man called him names. ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections on success, struggle, and happiness
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Watching Clouds Roll By The night has but the smallest breeze. My rocker boldly creaks. The porch has rotted from old age. The roof above me leaks. The flowers in the garden will soon now wilt and die. Me, I'm content just sitting here, watching clouds roll by. Yonder in the driveway sit's a brokedown pickup truck. The nail ... More..

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