Biography of Elizabeth Wrobel
I live in the Northwoods of Michigan where I spend my time with my head in the clouds writing and dreaming. One of my favorite poems is: A Poem in Your Pocket by Beatrice Schenk de Regniers. Long before there was a National Poem in your Pocket Day, I was carrying poems in my pocket. Real poems and poems I wrote myself. Now, I can call my poems real poems. They have been published in ezines, online, read on the radio, and sold in a retail store. Ive also had short stories published in books and magazines, including Bread for Gods Children and Boys Quest.
Elizabeth Wrobel's Works:
Follow Your Heart - a self-published collection of poetry.
Elizabeth Wrobel Poems
When snow falls, The winter calls. Time for snowmen to be built, Time for sledding down the hill,
Walking down the street, Puddles forming at my feet. Taking a big juicy bite, Of a Georgia Peach so ripe.
You grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the crowded hall, Into an empty room, where no one could hear us at all. You were so excited, dying to tell me what no one else could know, What you're about to reveal, I promise not to tell a soul.
This morning I took a deep breath of fresh air, I saw two butterflies on those flowers over there. Rabbits were running all around, I blew the white fluff off a dandelion, and it scattered to the ground.
Autumn - Aka Fall
The only season who has names of two, Autumn or fall? Which is preferable to you? The season between the summer, humid and hot, And the bitter cold winter's slot.
It All Starts Today
It all starts today, Sun, games, and outdoor play. Waves crashing and breaking on the shore, Sand laying there, all piled up, just begging for more.
When the bright sunlight shines upon your face, And snow vanishes without a trace, You think of different ways, To spend your summer days,
It All Starts Today
It all starts today,
Sun, games, and outdoor play.
Waves crashing and breaking on the shore,
Sand laying there, all piled up, just begging for more.
Barbecues and picnics by the lake,
Eating ice cream, popsicles, or drinking a milkshake.
A tent pitched and ready for the night.
Scary stories and ghostly tales born of the firelight.
No school. No homework. Only fun books to read.