Rachel Nottelling

Rachel Nottelling Poems

New things are coming,
The air is scented sweet,
For flowers bloom, their wafting scent,
An indicator of spring and its beat.
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We're given a gift so good and pure,
It makes the heart so warm and glad,
With it one can never be sad.
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Rachel Nottelling Biography

I was born in Colorado of the United States of America. I've lived here all my life, but I do have a lot more to go. I'm probably not likely to say alot about myself, just because there's a bunch of psychos out there. Better safe then sorry. I love to write. I write almost anything, and I could probably write everything if I really wanted to, but I don't. My favorites are stories and poems, though sometimes I write songs (they're usually private, so I probably won't publish any on here) , but it's just the lyrics I write up. I love music. Lovelovelovelove it. I always listen to it and for some reason it helps me focus and calm down. That is, if I like it. I like Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood, Leona Lewis, Sara Bareilles (Love Song!) , SOME Disney songs, though it has NOTHING to do with the singer themselves, I like SOME songs by Beyonce and Rhinna (did I spell that right?) , and I like Skye Sweetnam and Hillary Duff. That's just off the top of my head, though. There's more. Like Adele - she's really good too. ANYWAY! I learned the flute, but seeing as I never practiced (heh) we stopped that. When we get more money I MAY be able to get into guitar lessons for my own personal reasons. I can talk and type forever sometimes, but I'm usually too lazy too. That's about all I'm going to say.)

The Best Poem Of Rachel Nottelling

In Spring

New things are coming,
The air is scented sweet,
For flowers bloom, their wafting scent,
An indicator of spring and its beat.

While birds sing,
Dancing in the trees,
The sky is blue; a breeze is to blow,
The day so warm after winter’s freeze.

As the dark clouds gather,
A minor storm will come soon,
But the night was bright, a good omen,
For there was a full moon!

As the wailing gale whips its tail,
Soon the earth will smell fresh and new,
So under an umbrella we wait,
Just me and you.

This is the life and laughter of spring,
Its glorious light a freedom bell,
With birdsong and flower scents,
Spring heals the earth and makes all well.

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