Yvonne G. Blake

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Yvonne G. Blake Biography

Hello, my name is Yvonne Blake. I have been blessed with a wonderful family -a loving husband and eight beautiful children and five grandchildren. I am so grateful for my family, friends, and former students for cheering me on as I learn about this big world of writing and publishing. God has blessed me with an interesting childhood. I have lived in the deserts of Arizona, the tropic islands of the Bahamas, the rugged hills of New York, the farmlands of mid-Maine. My father was a school teacher and pastor, and my mother was a nurse. My memory is a parade of settings, experiences, and characters to use in my writing. My husband is my steady rock, loving his Lord and family. Raising a family of eight children, here in Searsport, Maine, has been our focus over the last thirty years, also giving me storerooms of material to draw from. Striving to do our best, regardless of the opinions of others, we have often lived out of step with the rest of the world. Now that my children have grown, I have chosen to stay home and write, releasing all the stories, poems and thoughts bottled in my mind. My prayer is to be used of the Lord, to encourage and bless others with my writing.)

The Best Poem Of Yvonne G. Blake

Celeste's Sestina

Mademoiselle Celeste, so petite and fair,
With silky locks and eyes so bleu,
Who lived with her smiling, but grande belle mere,
Who sold fromage, carrottes, et choux.
Billy was far from his home in America, where
He all he could say was “Bonjour” and “Adieu.”

Oh, what was the poor lovesick boy to do?
He paid the bus driver some foreign fare
And traveled to the market, where
He purchased a cart, painted yellow and blue.
Bought a cheery bouquet of orchids. A-CHOO!
Sweet chocolate, and a gentle, cream colored mare.

Trembling at the door, the posies gave to her mere.
He rode with Celeste through the sparkling dew-
Covered fields, whistling and tapping his shoe
In time to the clopping, as they neared a country fair,
With colorful tents and flags that fluttered and blew.
He bought her a joli chapeau to wear.

They browsed up and down the rows of wares,
And even heard a speech by the mayor,
Who arrogantly stood when the trumpets blew.
There were so many exciting things to do
And see, at that marvelous country fair,
It was hard to decide which things they should choose.

Celeste, in French, said, “Regardez, Monsieur! ”
But lovesick Billy proceeded on… unaware.
His mind full of music and love affairs,
With a squish, behind his cream-colored mare,
His sole became smeared with the sticky doo!
His face grew red, he coughed and blew.

Celeste giggled and batted her eyes of bleu,
And offered her kerchief to wipe his dirty shoe.
She kissed his cheek, his awful fears to subdue
He knows now that someday, somewhere,
Somehow…when he’s convinced her mere,
He’ll marry this mademoiselle, so elegant and fair!

So, now when all is done and due,
if you ever see some eyes of bleu,
In a mademoiselle so lovely and fair,
Regardez where you put your shoe,
For with the bride, somehow, somewhere,
will be her smiling, grande belle mere.

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