Christine K. Trease Biography

Beside the raging river rhyme
poetry florets flower with prose.
Scripted sweet petals grow and entwine
English gardens of fragrant rose.
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Don't look at me that way; don't say those things to me.
Don't make me notice you; I do not want to see.
Don't get inside my head; don't tell me that I'm smart.
I do not want the pain; you're too close to my heart.
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I see you and my palms begin to sweat.
My mouth grows drier with each breath I take.
My knees begin to quiver and I say the darndest things,
which my mouth can’t stop, and my heart begins to quake.
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A long time ago when me mum’s mum was small,
when frightful ghosts haunted the Trankleville Hall,
my great, great grandmother made a name for herself
using common ingredients found on her shelf.
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I have seen the wind through its invisibility
Sometimes I see the wind when it shows itself to me.

Sometimes the wind is brown and gritty and forms in twists and spires
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