Biography of Carolyn Brunelle
I'm 68 yrs. old, married 49 years to my high school sweetie. We are both military brats and grew up everywhere other than where we were born. Got old and retired and are now living in northern California (just north of Sacramento)
I love and enjoy my small family (my soulmate Hubby, our one Son, one Granddaughter, and one old kitty) and lots of hobbies and interests: my computer, writing, poetry, photography, Pinterest, cooking, the S.F. Giants Baseball games, movies and wine and being anywhere with my hubby. Come visit my webpage:
Carolyn Brunelle Poems
Everyone should care. No one should ignore a world so Vital and green; Inviting and teeming with life. Mother earth
The Color Purple
You pretend you’re alright, laugh when you’re sad, hide your true feelings; never show if you’re mad.
S earching and c ollecting data i n many varied ways to e xplore
R estoration of 'united' states E very man had certain rights V isionaries all who knew O ld ways had to go. They
Last remnants of afternoon sun fade into a colorful haze behind a landscape of white birch and snow.
I Fought The Good Fight
Life is a matter of choices made at every fork in the road, and none made for an easy way to carry or lighten the load.
F orever it flies over the halls of justice; R evered as beloved symbol across the land E very heart feels humbled by her anthem. E ach pledge made beneath her liberty and
The empty harbor's waters glitter like so many diamonds, her fishing boats dot the horizon of the open sea beyond.
Technology is frustration. Can’t turn it on, can’t get it off; Understand the new language Make everything work together.
Come into my open arms and I’ll chase away your fears, feed your empty aching need and dry up all your tears.
Funny how the very ones who say they carry the light, also bear the responsibility for causing most of the pain in the world.
Haiku #093 (Football)
A Little Light
For everything a reason and a season under the sun; every puzzle has its answer that is not uniquely our own.
It's simply incredulous
in this age of 'instant' connection,
people still fail to express gratitude
or even a modicum of appreciation.
How can there be any justification
for the lack of a note,
a text message,
an email, or quick call?