Sunday, April 7, 2013


I've decided I want to showcase how wonderful my sister is with words.  She paints a picture with her words.  And when I ran across another one of her poems I had to post it. I can't help but be proud of her!
Her inspiration for Beauty was a single pink rose.
Pretty is a small word
Describing how I look.
It’s something like a photo
A picture in a book.
There’s so much more to me
Than what the eyes perceive.
It’s not about my face,
But more what I believe.
So when the wind begins to whip
And the freeze comes with the rain
When the temperatures all drop
And cold sings its refrain
You’ll find me standing tall
An inner strength will show.
I don’t easily wilt
I will always grow.
By: Casey Barnett

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