Biography of Kelsey Gallant
I have always enjoyed creative writing. Whether I'm writing a story, a poem, a song, or a novel, I enjoy the process of creating something and then having a final, finished product. I write about things that are important to me- God, people, and nature- as well as whatever else I may feel like writing about at the time. I also enjoy writing poems for children.
My brother and I compiled some of our best poems into a poetry book called DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection. I have also published two middle-grade novels and a short story available in Kindle format. If you are interested in reading any of these materials, check out my amazon author page: http: //www.amazon.com/Kelsey-Gallant/e/B00UY5MEDC.
Kelsey Gallant's Works:
DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection
Allisen's Notebooks: Sixth Grade with my Crazy Classmates, My Supersmart Sister, and Me
Allisen's Notebooks: Seventh Grade with My Fabulous Friends, My New Neighbors, and Me
Kelsey Gallant Poems
He looks, he walks, he grabs his sack He sneaks, he creeps, he’s on his way back He puts his sack in his secret pond And in the flash of a camera, he’s gone
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It’s Sunday, happy Sunday Church bells are ringing in the air Sunday, happy Sunday Joyful people everywhere
The cool waves lick my feet Beneath a rainbow sky The ocean reflects the colors above God is here with me
One Little Mistake
One little mistake Is all it takes To take away your trust And don’t you make
God is life. God is light. God is our true lifelight And though we struggle, though we fight God is always our lifelight
I Am A Poem
I am a poem. I wish I were a story. Stories are interesting, with their long narratives and characters and plot.
When I See You
When I see you My heart skips a beat Your stunning smile Your pearly white teeth
Look at the clock. Noon, eleven. What does it mean? What is time?
When Annie saw the rain Coming down in sheets She knew she couldn’t play outside And tears flew down her cheeks
Picture it on a dark night, with animals Hiding out of your sight Oh, suddenly it rings! You jump! You answer it No one there, you’re the only one home
I shall write more poems today More poems, more poems, MORE POEMS, I SAY! I just wrote three I shall write more
A salty tint A milky flair A spicy hint An oily glare
There once was a child named Ace Who loved to go sled in a race He fell in the snow And started to go
There once was a child named Ace
Who loved to go sled in a race
He fell in the snow
And started to go
Down the hill on his face!
(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)