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In this first paragraph, I should introduce myself. I am Pamel Starr Welsh. I am a free-lance writer of all genres. I write poetry, song lyrics, short stories, movie scripts, and novels. I have had many of my poetic works published. I also have had a few short stories published. On this site you will find my writings in all their genre. Remember, they are copyrighted and you can not use them without my permission. As you browse through my writings please feel free to express your opinions on the various writings that are displayed. This site is dedicated to the memory of my Mother and her love and devotion to me and the craft of writing. My mother was not only my best friend but also my most formidable critic. She is sorely missed. It is also dedicated to those who have suffered Domestic Violence and Abuse.

A Country Thanksgivin'

Song lyrics:

 Mama stuffin' Mr. Turkey

Grandma choppin' gizzards

Grandpa fryin' hush puppies

Papa haulin' white lightnin'.

Outside the trees are bare

Leaves fallen everywhere

There's a chill in the air

Remindin' us winter's near.

Chorus:

'Tis a family tradition

A country thanksvin'.

Musical Interlude:

Cranberries poppin' on the stove

Collards simmerin' with onion

The kitchen fillin' up with love

Smellin' of thanksgivin'.

The time is here, the table set

Turkey, rolls, pies on the left

Friends and family sit

Prayer, then eat till nothin' left.

Chorus:

'Tis a family tradition

A country thanksgivin'

'Tis a family tradition

A country thanksgivin'...fade.

written 11/20/2010

 

Poetry for the season:

THE LEAVES OF AUTUMN

Crisp and paper-thin,

Some as if dipped in blood,

Some shimmer as gold,

In the afternoon's sun,

While others are ablaze,

Like a summer's sunset.

Falling,  falling,

Seemingly from the sky,

In the winds breeze,

They flutter and fly,

Downwards to the ground,

To lie by my feet.

With rake in hand,

I gather them,

Into neat little heaps,

For children to leap within,

Scattering them over again,

These are the leaves of Autumn.

Oct. 2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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