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
A Little Light
For everything a reason and a season under the sun; every puzzle has its answer that is not uniquely our own.
Another age old story seventeen years of nurturing yearns to be free.
Come into my open arms and I’ll chase away your fears, feed your empty aching need and dry up all your tears.
Everyone should care. No one should ignore a world so Vital and green; Inviting and teeming with life. Mother earth
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 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
Funny how the very ones who say they carry the light, also bear the responsibility for causing most of the pain in the world.
A Birthday Without You
The gathering was wonderful; Laughter tasted great Mixed with wine in the palate; Birthdays are good reason to celebrate.
In some force of nature He reaches for her Time and time again. And time after time
Last remnants of afternoon sun fade into a colorful haze behind a landscape of white birch and snow.
Technology is frustration. Can’t turn it on, can’t get it off; Understand the new language Make everything work together.
R estoration of 'united' states E very man had certain rights V isionaries all who knew O ld ways had to go. They
Dance Of Life
spring waters falling from mountainsides
crashing, splashing, gushing, roaring,
carve a presence in the rock
whose great stony arms help its
descent to the pools and streams below.
a mighty, rushing, flowing, spilling, glorious journey,
as it spins and twirls itself to the sea.
in a sashay and flourish of ruffled skirts,
it performs a dance of life