Gayle Sweeney

Rookie - 42 Points (1955 / USA)

Gayle Sweeney Poems

81. Talent 10/7/2010
82. The Ruby Throated Hummingbird 10/6/2010
83. The South 11/15/2010
84. Milkweed 10/12/2010
85. Apple Picking Time 10/9/2010
86. Fraises Des Bois 3/6/2011
87. The Christmas List - 11/27/2010
88. Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog 10/17/2010
89. Sorrow 10/17/2010
90. America 11/23/2010
91. At Margaret's House 12/11/2010
92. A Bluebird 12/21/2010
93. Spring In New England 4/29/2011
94. The Full Moon In August 8/26/2013
95. Love On The Boulevard 9/14/2012
96. Grief 10/10/2010
97. A Snowman 10/16/2010
98. A Day At Hampton Beach 10/16/2010
99. Blue For You 10/7/2010
100. Violets 10/5/2010
101. The Monarch Butterfly 10/5/2010
102. The Strawberry Moon 10/5/2010
103. To Provence! ! 1/10/2015
104. Summer Dreams 5/15/2012
105. Rick's Garden 6/6/2013
106. A Butterfly 10/7/2010
107. A Winter Night 10/13/2010
108. A Cardinal In Winter 10/7/2010
109. Tulips, Too 4/22/2012
110. An Appalachian Bowl 2/23/2011
111. A Bird On The Wire 4/20/2011
112. A Red Tulip 12/25/2010
113. A Shooting Star 10/5/2010
114. Zinnias In A Rye Garden 2/3/2012
115. A Quiet Night Alone 8/11/2012
116. A Blue Jay 10/8/2010

Comments about Gayle Sweeney

  • Adeline Foster Adeline Foster (6/26/2014 6:22:00 PM)

    I love your gentle poetry. It is so easy to read and appreciate.
    Adeline Foster

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Best Poem of Gayle Sweeney

A Blue Jay

A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming ...

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Apples

The picked red apples, dazzled by the golden sun, glistened
Where they were held beside an old barn in their, wooden bins.
At Christmas red and green orchard colors often are worn.
From simple apples some pure delights of autumn are born.
The shining sun way up in the sky is our biggest star
But I love when bright apples top my table best by far!

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