This artist on the left is my mom, Vicki Boyd. She is an amazing artist and writes poems and short stories. She almost submitted one of her children's short story into a book but she chickened out. She is very unassuming and does not know how great her work is. Here is one of her poems.
Summer Nights
As the grasshoppers laugh to the full, risen moon,
the crickets are playing their own little tune.
As the waters rustle softly in the lake nearby,
the birds from above, let out a sigh.
As the train blows the whistle from somewhere afar,
Somewhere someone is out there, wishing on a fallen star.
As the dogs bark, leaving echoes all around,
No cars on the road for they're all homeward bound.
As the trees sway in the soft moonlight,
The summer is ending with a warm good night.
VLH
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