GARDENS
Blog Post by Christina Easley - Oct.13.2010 - 8:48 am
The family sat down to the table near the garden in this far away land. The green vegetables that they ate were a lot like the roses that grew up the side of the house. They were over grown and had out stretched their boundaries like a massive tree whose roots had destroyed the sidewalk.
The ferocious wind suddenly slapped the side of the stucco house like a giant chastising hand. Maybe the wind was embarrassing and had made the sides of the house red; they were like cheeks that had begun to blush. The red roses that covered the walls were coloring the edifice like a kiss from two big red lips.
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About Christina
I have been writing poetry and short stories since I was old enough to hold a pencil. I have always been intrigued by the unknown and have aspired to write novels and insightful poems as well as lyrics since I was ten years old. I won a county-wide...
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