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Christian
as in Presbyterian Church in America
Female
Writer
Novelist
Poet!
Reader
Ambivert or something
Band nerd + Drum Major
Planet Earth nerd
etc, etc
Joined September 10, 2019

Message from Writer

Sometimes I tell stories. Most of the time I rattle my soul until I break and my heart spills out onto the page.

"I cannot jump the distance. You'll have to toss me!"--Gimli, LOTR

I am a complete nerd. I got the Ring of Power for my birthday.

Book recommendations:
The Oath--Frank E. Peretti
Lord of the Rings--J.R.R. Tolkien

Song recommendation: "Awake" by Beckah Shae

I'm going to meet the King someday!
And I'm super pumped!

backpacking (a poem for my dad)

June 27, 2020

FREE WRITING

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on mornings like these the sun rises slowly,
creeping over the horizon and alighting the world
with golden rays, casting long shadows dancing
across the forest. the woods glisten with dew
and glow with a million sparkling spiderwebs.
the trees are so green on mornings like these,
so tall that the canopy reaches for the clouds
and never stops growing, swaying in the breeze.
song sparrows sing from high perches and flit
from branch to branch, releasing their soulful
melodies. our hips ache and our feet pound
with every lumbering step, but there’s nothing
more beautiful than a field of wildflowers, or
a freshwater spring, or the top of the mountain, a
view of the world from within the cerulean sky.
we walk. we walk until our thighs groan and our
shoulders throb, every footstep sparking like a
new fire pushing us onward until camp. have you
ever seen a sunset over a pasture, rolling hills
and breeze whistling between blades of grass,
a whisper of peace in the darkness of an oncoming
night? on nights like this the world sparkles with
silver starlight, glancing down from celestial
bodies high above. if it’s dry we lie in our tent
and stare upwards at the moon and her companions,
the constellations, our faces sweat-soaked and
dirty, yet still smiling. as we slip into sleep,
I dream of katahdin, a thousand miles north,
and springer, a thousand miles south. and I dream
of seeing every rolling hill, of walking every mile,
of placing my hands on every marker, of summiting
every mountain between here and there with you.

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  • Anne Blackwood

    This sounds like so much fun (lowkey jealous), how cool!! Also, you're in Maine, nice. The complete opposite side of the country from me lol.


    9 months ago