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About me - Jan Stribley

I am an Australian/ American living in South Carolina, with my husband and daughter.

I am a grandmother of three, mother of four.

I always wanted to write, but never found the time. I like to write about the things around me, and how I feel about them, so

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 4 of 145
Summer Storm Day dawns heavy, skies o'ercast.Clouds move quickly gathering fast.Treetops tossing, leaves fly by.Lightning sears the leaden sky.Thunder roars its angry warning.Nature rules this summer morning.Pitter patter puddles form.Swiftly, surely comes the storm. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 14 of 159
Earth's Song Winter's Lullaby.Dark the day, cold the nightSharp the wind whose icy arrows pierce and bite.Gone the soft warm waves of golden light,Endless afternoons at summer's height.Sleep O Earth, go quickly sons of men,For Spring's bright beauty soon will dawnAnd pass this way again.Spring's Joy.Crisp nights, warm day... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Our children: 5 of 40
Our Children You liveYou grow.You comeYou go.We watchWe try.We failWe cry.If only weCould really beThe parents youWould like us to.But God knowsAnd understandsSo we commit youTo his hands. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Roses: 19 of 122
The Last Rose THE blazing midday sun beats down upon the southern town.The air is still, the sky deep blue, it's quiet all around.Too hot to move, a dog groans deep while sleeping in the shade.The schoolyard's bare, the dust is settledwhere the children played.BEN, the gardener slowly moves to rake the piles of grass.He m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer rain: 5 of 27
Rain Storm Leaden skies, threat'ning clouds,Howling winds, swirling loud.People running clutching hats,Children calling for their cats.Jagged lightning tears the sky,Angry thunder rumbles by.Busy shoppers run for cover,Till the sudden storm is over.First the large, wet dropswill spatter,Loudly falling, pitter patter.Thirs... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cats: 29 of 135
A Cat's Life Sometimes I wish I were a catSo soft and warm and gloriously fat.With nought to do but lie around all day,Pretending I'm asleep and hearing people say,I wish I were a cat.But then, their life is really very briefAnd slumber comes so often like a thief,So all the things which could have been that day,Too soon,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer morning: 4 of 14
Summer Time Sizzling days and balmy nights, Darkened shades, and lowered lights Black-eyed Susans' smiling face, Pink Petunias, Queen Anne's Lace. Panting dogs,watch June bugs flying Mothers hot, and children crying. Vacation time, but best of all, Just one more month, and then it'sFall! More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This life: 76 of 96
Soul Flight Once I was a tiny spark,Waiting, dormant in the dark.Then I left my silent tombAnd grew inside a warm, dim womb. I lay beneath my mother's heart,Till formed complete in every partI made my entrance to the world,A newborn, perfect baby girl. Then I breathed and learned to smile,Reaching upward all the while.My bo... More..