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Sherry R

Sherry R

has 36 followers and is following 34 people

hey everyone,
I love reading and sharing ideas about books. There aren't a lot of people who read as much as I do around me, so being here feels really really good.
I hope to make new friends and find good books to read.
I don't have a lot of reviews because I'm very very very busy with life, my husband, teaching, two cats, etc.... more »
  • member since January 13, 2009

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  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hello, sorry to hav e been tardy but i joined a new site about wrting and writers and that, and new Facebook contacts have kind of gotten me busy for the short time I sit at the computer which is uncomfortable. But I have also had lots of illness since June so have had to cope with that as well. I am reading a lot too on my Kindle. It is amazing how an e-book can sucker you in. Lots of good books, well ones I like, keep me reading as often as possible and now that I have just started writing again, the times races by. How have you been and what has kept you busy lately?
    Evelyn S

    posted 5 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi Sherry, I am O.K. as far as it goes. I won't go into all the health detaild now but I have lots of Facebook and other groups I get caught up in and I am only on th ARE YOU o.k.?
    eVELYN se computer for about 1 and a half hours at the most usually, so cannot always fit everything in. I do go on the group Historical Fiction and a fairly regular basis as I get lots of book informatkion there.

    posted 6 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Hamideh Yousefi

    Hamideh Yousefi says

    i got it ;)
    i had a notebook in which i used to write the name of each book i had finished and also a summery about it. i have to find it asap i find time to go to esf. cause i do not remember many of them ;*

    posted 9 months ago. ( send a note )
  • naghmeh n

    naghmeh n says

    thank you honey
    I don't have a camera yet
    I am waiting for my credit card so I can buy my camera as it is much cheaper online
    I will call you as soon as I can put money on skype
    do you have skype or oovoo? we can talk via them
    love


    miss you a lot
    love

    posted 11 months ago. ( send a note )
  • naghmeh n

    naghmeh n says

    hi honey
    how are you doing?
    I finished night huntress and still I am in love with Twilight
    do you have any suggestion to start a new book
    I need some drugs for my brain

    love
    naghmeh

    posted 11 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Ah, I see. Well thank them for enjoying what I write for me will you.

    LA BELLA LUNA


    Full faced and golden,
    luminous,
    shines high above.


    Beacon for lovers.
    Beckoning oceans, souls.


    Dazzled by Her radience, mystery,
    Her name whispered,
    lest they be cast as Devils.


    Colder than deep ice.


    Devoid of air, forbidding satellite,
    still She draws us in.


    Men have walked Her black oceans,
    scuffed the dust of Her bosom.


    Magnetic face of madness,
    those lost souls She touches.


    Her hypnotic charm turns lover's heads,
    their embrace broken by Her power.


    La Bella Luna.

    © Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. April 1996.

    
    ”

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Hi again, a dull cool morning here in southern England. How are you doing? I will try to find another poem for you.
    Grey Days

    Days when grey clouds fill the sky
    And spring sunshine has gone by,
    Fill me with gloom, I miss the bees
    Pollinating the cherry trees.
    They hum around and wait to see
    The flowers of the blackberry
    And yellow blooming tomato vines
    And honeysuckle where it twines
    Round hedgerows, rose and white hawthorn,
    Its fragrant flowers, sweet at dawn.
    When graced with light from up above
    They are the days I truly love.

    Copyright Evelyn Steward, May 2010

    MARKET MELTING POT


    Saucepans reflect sunbeams. Bright flashes
    illuminate nets on the curtain stall,
    ice blue beneath a plastic rain hat.
    Exotic Indian spices, pungent, blend
    with residues from Wednesdays Horse Fair.
    Sari sale. Colours bright, kissed silver, gold.
    A swell of carrots, cabbages, potatoes, tomatoes.
    Heaped grapes, bananas, cherries and pears.
    People. Thick, jostling. Mingle like fingers clasped.
    Buy now, cheap - vendors cry. Food, flowers, cloth.
    Aromas of fish and meat punch the air and cling together,
    then disperse on the breeze. Nostrils draw them in.
    Rich choices. Silks, Caribbean vegetables, sweets.
    A microcosm of cultures, together for a single purpose.
    The aisles pulsing with life, a melding of humanity,
    The dish is chunky, but full of flavour.

    © Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. May 1996. Evelyn S

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • Evelyn S

    Evelyn S says

    Knew you were busy of course I will send you something. Why were you students confused? Oh, I may repat something as I am not keeping a record.


    Memories


    "We are pleased with your work Sarah, and wish you to continue for as long as you want too."
    "Thank you, your Honour."
    Sarah turned and slowly walked towards the door. As she made to leave the study with its dark leather-upholstered chairs, she glanced at the rows of bookshelves filled to bursting with solid volumes. Sage-like, they stared at her passing, as they had done with other such mortals, for they were timeless, ageless almost.
    Sarah let a gentle smile settle on her face. It was the answer she had hoped for.


    The easy afternoon, thinned-down sunlight of Autumn streamed in through the topmost windows. Drowsy panes in the lower casement had been shaded by the nondescript pull-down blinds abundant throughout the building.
    In the pale yellow shafts, dust hung motionless or eddied in slow whirls that had no particular place to go, dependent on where capricious air breaths stirred them. The lazy late warmth, so typical, so mellow, eased into the room, heating up the morning's chill shadows.
    It was silent now.
    Sarah sat and drank in the atmosphere, her tousled fringed forehead nodding as the sunbeams touched her red-tinged, silken grey hair, lighting the strands as if someone had burnished them, each and every one. The rest of her long locks, drawn back in a bun, glittered here and there where a stray strand had broken loose from it's tight bindings.
    As she sat calm and secure, the scents from bygone years coursed redolent through her nostrils. That special smell that even later, much later, she would still recall.
    The dust had that air of age; of closet-dryness.
    Must, time rendered to the smallest motes. Yet each room, untouched for over a decade, still held its own personal aroma, and this, this was unmistakably her room.
    Inside the stillness, her ears attuned to the silence. Her mind was drawn back to those heady days when all present hardened to her voice. Liquid laughter no longer seeped in from outside, it's raucous sound splitting her concentration between all within, and what was causing the ruckus outside?
    Young questioning voices echoed in her mind as Sarah leant back, giving herself up to those memories invading from the past. She sniffed as the dust sieved into her nostrils.
    If she sniffed a little deeper, cabbage and cottage pie floated just within range of her olfactory senses. If she stretched her ears just a little wider, a piano and a rousing hymn plucked chords within, barely audible, enhanced by a longing to find what once had been.
    The blackboard, devoid of chalk scrawlings, had become a home for several spiders, their webs awaiting the touch of sunshine to bring their glistening beauty into focus. The shelves, full of books of all shapes and about all things in her day, now lay barren, cobwebbed and dusty. No longer holding the inkwells, given out each morning and collected at four o'clock. No more a storage for sheets of pristine paper ready to take the scratchings of innocents.
    Sarah occupied one of the two remaining desks left in the classroom. Small. Child-sized. She remembered how, even in her heyday, she had trouble fitting her adult frame into the seat in order to probe a pupil's work. The other desk-seat was broken, it's wooden arm fractured and hanging at an odd angle. Why they had not pulled the school down, she could not guess. She had left the place long before it came to this condition, the links had been broken, the information lost.
    Sarah had left the area, left the country. She had braved the heat of Africa to teach in a Mission school in Bulawayo.
    With no thought of marriage, no dream of personal love marring her horizons, she dedicated herself to her charges through the years. They were her comfort. They were her glory. Forming those tender minds, filling them with knowledge and her special love most women spare for their own children, was all she asked for in life. Moulding her charges, setting them on learning paths, filled her wants. A gentle sigh slipped through her lips. She had been happy.
    Her retirement and return to England sparked off this journey to old haunts. Not a need to regain the past, but a trigger for all the happy times of her youth and quiet country ways she had long put aside.
    This school had been her first post, back just after the war had ended. The Victorian building had given good service. Finding it still standing had surprised her. Except that it was falling into ruin.
    Maybe it stood whilst the Church slowly made up it's mind what could be done with the land. There were other schools nearby including a much more modern building that replaced what this had been. One day they would give it a decent burial but for now, it stood as an epitaph to her youth.
    Shafts of sunlight which had moved along the wall next to the corridor, became horizontal, then moved up to hit the ceiling by the back partition wall as the sun sank lower.
    Sarah shook herself, rose stiffly from the seat. Her spine cracked as she stretched one foot in front of the other, loathe to leave the wealth of memories stored in this hallowed place. With a sigh of contented completion, she turned out into the corridor and trod lightly towards the entrance.
    Dazzling low sun shone directly into her eyes as she left the darkness within. Hinges squeaked and whined, closing the door on her past. Dried autumnal leaves skittered beneath her feet. Stalk-bare trees left shade marks as she moved awkwardly down the steps.
    Walking across the cracked and weed-grown playground, her mind still full of memories, she left the decay behind.
    Now she could settle in the little cottage the Church had provided for her long service.
    She would not however, stop teaching. She could tutor and already had young students lined up for knowledge of 'The Classics' that would remain lifelong with them as they had with her.. Now, with her past attended to, she could greet the future, back in this land of her birth, with the confidence that her life had been worthwhile and she still had something to give.
    © Copyright Evelyn J. Steward October, 1996.
    Words 1046

    Evelyn S

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • naghmeh n

    naghmeh n says

    hi dear[br/]yes it is too slow but it has a new theme and it is interesting, but I am not in the mood to read something so slow, also, I read the wolf and it wasn't bad however I liked the sword more

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • naghmeh n

    naghmeh n says

    dear
    thank you
    I am still trying to discover the pages
    but I love it
    thank you so much

    posted 1 year ago. ( send a note )
  • Kat B

    Kat B says

    thanks!

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Zohayma

    Zohayma says

    hey.
    oh that's great.
    sure, i would love to.

    [3
    pleasure is all mine dearest.
    take care

    Zoh

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Alexandra Hawkins

    Alexandra Hawkins says

    Hi Sherry,

    We do share a lot of the same books. I've only put up a fraction of the books that I've read over the years, but I'm a big S. King fan, too!

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )
  • Amir A

    Amir A says

    Hi Sweety. Its so good to check out on ur profile. i have a shelf to organize. thanx for inviting me in. :-*

    posted 2 years ago. ( send a note )

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