My name is Betty Redd. I love to read and write poetry. I have two children both grownup with each having two children of their own. I am the oldest of six children. I have three sisters and two brothers. are. My father was one of thirteen children growing up in the great depression. My mother was born in the middle of the depression in a family of six children. I do know from seeing the newspaper article that one of my ancestor's helped settled the Cimmorran trail of 1889. My other sister found our family coat of arms with gray helmet red black and yellow shaped the rest . One other bit of information I had another ancestor called Robert Quinn in the year of 1205 who was a poet too. Maybe that's where I get the urge to write and compose poetry.
Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood
Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
My beloved, The first time our eye’s met With our lives under the moon’s control And your curious lips went upon mine, My eye’s glimmered My beloved, The precious moments we composed together, The instants in which we felt