Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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Beneath The Trees
For one bright year, it was just me and thee Playing beneath the apple and pear trees. Along came another, so bright and fair Teary, glassy, blue eyes and dark brown hair. Little mothers to be, beneath the trees Learning to love, nurture, snuggle, and tease. Another year together, me and thee Playing beneath the apple and pear trees.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
The Woods
The olden wooden bridge echoed each step as the heel of my black leather boots tapped the slats that stretched the width of the winter river below. As I walked, my slender piano fingers glided over the splintered railing to the rhythm of the rushing water underfoot. Extended fingers searched for the smooth silvery heads of the nails amidst the weathered splintered planks. With each needle-sharp snag, my hand jumped slightly to avoid sticking myself.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Earth
Chasing Dreams
In the early morning, my mind continued to play back the feelings and emotions from the dreams of my twilight sleep. I rolled over onto my side and my eyes rested on the shadowy figures of my husband of 20 years. Even in the dark, I could make out the details of his face. Black hair crowned his head, framed his lips, and sheltered his eyes. The Spanish nose and the strong French jaw. Light crept in through the slats of the blinds, casting light across the covers draped over his broad muscular shoulders.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
