Into the woods I wander to feel her serene grace
I gaze upon the snow-filled scene
Alone I feel safe
I close my eyes so softly
My body lay in snow
Imagination sent wandering as my wings begin to grow
My angel rests within my heart
She guides me with her smile
I am the angel in the snow, the spirit of a child
Today I dream of peace for us
I pray that you may see
In hearts we are the angels
The change is you and me
About the Creator
Christine Lynne Noll
My name is Christine Noll. I work as a school counselor. I am seeking the opportunity to publish my writing, but more importantly I would like the opportunity to speak up and inspire others in a world that continues to challenge us all.
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GN'R
When I was 15-years-old, there was something about the rock band Guns N' Roses that connected with my soul immediately. I remember being introduced to the band's rock music in the early 1990s. My cousin Keith had the "Appetite for Destruction" album and we listened to it over and over again. We would sneak out away from our family gatherings and listen to explicit lyrics that our parents considered "inappropriate." We would make sure to be out of ear shot in order to be able to vocalize all of the inappropriate words. Guns N' Roses was rock music, and it was meant to be played loud. Keith and I would belt out "Welcome to the Jungle!" as we imitated Axl Rose's identifiable voice. I thought Axl was incredible to watch as a lead singer. He was a loose cannon and was sometimes displayed aggressive behaviors, but I admired him for some reason and his music brought something out of me. He sings from his heart, and no matter what someone is singing, I cannot help but listen. Axl spoke to me in those days with some of his lyrics. I was a teenager, and I felt that the world never seemed to give me a fair shake because of my age. I did not have the confidence that Axl had to fight back in song, but it somehow comforted me to know that someone else felt the same angst. Aside from Axl Rose, one particular band member of GN'R always caught my attention more than the rest of the group. Slash, the lead guitarist, became a significant influence in my life. He wore his signature black top hat atop his long curly black hair. His hair covered much of his face and he frequently wore mirrored sunglasses. He would frequently be seen with a cigarette hanging from his mouth while jamming on the electric guitar. He was the epitome of cool to me for some reason. I played the flute, and was a strong musician, as I had played since I was in the third grade. I knew that I had the ability to play that guitar like Slash, but always dreamt of standing on stage and inspiring others with impressive riffs. I can play easily "by ear," and even messed around with a guitar early in my life and learned a few chords. My girl friends were all listening to boy bands and top 40 hits, and I wanted desperately to be a lead guitarist just like Slash. It was as if Slash did not care in the least what others thought, and was totally incognito. When playing the guitar it appears he is making love, and his passion for music is evident and written all over his face. Even only seeing his lips, he is puckering and almost talking to his guitar as he effortlessly plays. He is an incredible guitar soloist. When the band would pose for their poster photos, many of which hung from my wall when I was a young girl, Slash was the chill guy. I could imagine how incredible it would be to play guitar like that, while captivating and exciting a large audience. To this day, his guitar solos make me close my eyes and revisit my dreams of being a confident musician, playing rock music and inspiring a large crowd of onlookers.
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