Deborah Pruett About Me Page at Helium

My passion is ...

Playing my bass guitar in our country band

I know too much about ...

My parents always told me ...

You made your bed, now lie in it

My childhood ambition ...

Be a musician, and a mother

My favorite memory ...

The day I walked on stage with my Dad

Why I write ...

It has to come out some way

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The Historian, Fox News, Dire Straits

My first job ...

Nursing home aide

My best moment ...

My babies being born

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snapshots: 69 of 105

I Am Come, wend your way on foot breathe deeply of my fragrance. Hear the tiny blue birds singing of my beauty. Come, cross my icy streams rest upon an old fir stump. In a pale shaft of sun I am magnificent. Come, let us walk slowly down a crooked dusty path I have things to show you I know you'll understand. Look up in awe as life circles a behemoth sky my snowy peaks glisten, cold in a brilliant light. Come, let us journey on to a single copse of trees. A verdant canopy hides wonders yet unseen. I am beyond your senses I'm a cougar in the night. I'm peering through the pupil of a hawks w...
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