Biography of Yen Cress
Mother of 3 sons, Grandmother of 8, used to teach English as a Second Language, now retired so I have more time for enjoying writing and reading, especially poetry
Yen Cress's Works:
Edited 'The Long Road to Freedom, ' by Michael Faber. This book is the story of the Vietnamese refugees as they fled their homeland and settled into life in America
Yen Cress Poems
From inland mountains to the salt-soaked shore, From China's border to the southern plains,
The rising sun displaces eastward night, Dispensing cool, sweet shadows by its light, Then bit by bit the molten gold of day Grows, glowing, gleaming, sending hence the gray
Hermit Crab's Moving Day
'Way out on the sand dunes or under a bush Lives a critter so cute, and so clever! He wears a smart shell on his cute little tush, And his habits are quite an endeavor.
To My Survivors
Before I give myself to Mother Earth To cycle back to dust from whence I came, I want to say a word about my birth, Before the world forgets my humble name.
Good Clean Fun
She scrubs the floor on hands and knees Nor thinks to take a moment's ease. She dusts and waxes varnished wood And wipes the mirrors as she should.
One December Night
Far brighter than the suns's sharp rays, Far larger than immense, A pinpoint perforates the haze A thousand light years hence.
On Passing Through Death Valley In Novem...
I stood in the vast, silent desert, Alone, on a winter-bleak night; Around me the wind blew so fiercely The stars cast a shimmering light.
Kindled by the sun-warmed high-desert soil Bright patches Glow on untamed hillsides.
Salute To An American Soldier
I salute you, Soldier! You are doing a job I cannot do To protect
Three Glances At One Mollusk
Small and quiet A snail slowly glides Up this leaf
The Fair Sisters Of Law
Some say the Lady Justice binds her eyes To fairly judge, impartiality The trait that makes her truly fair and wise. Oblivious of nationality,
She does her humble Christian works For cripple here and leper there, No matter whether danger lurks. She smiles at sick ones, while they stare
One pleasant summer day, Swinging gently in the window, My canary began to sing, Softly at first,
Snow White's Unveiling
They call me Snow White, And they say I'm 'Just right! ' I'm known for my pure pulchritude. Those Dwarfs thought they knew me;
Good Clean Fun
She scrubs the floor on hands and knees
Nor thinks to take a moment's ease.
She dusts and waxes varnished wood
And wipes the mirrors as she should.
She polishes the silverware
And shines the glasses with a flair.
She tidies up each cluttered room:
No scraps escape her corn-straw broom.
She feeds the teak with Danish oil