Mrs. Pruitt's Poetry Portfolio
What members are writing
When I was a young girl, I looked over the Berlin Wall
I saw machine guns peering back at me.
Crisfield at Sunset I see God’s canvas of beautiful hues of pink and blue I see the edge of darkness as a day of work ends I hear the lap
My garden is a thing of beauty
Bursting with all the colors of the rainbow—pinks,red, yellow and purple