Falling Wall, by Eym

The Stones of my wall are made of paint

recalling when you said “I Ain’t”

No more a victim to be shoved

You were fashioned and always loved

I will hold you in hands of heart

And in my doubting recall your start

The pink stone wall began to fall

when you stepped up and took the call

Brave army you in heels and lace

Your riot bold has changed this place”



© 10 January 2016

About the Author

A native of Colorado, Eydie followed her Dad to the work bench to develop a love of using tools, building things and solving problems. Her Mother supported her talents in the arts. She sang her first solo at age 8. Childhood memories include playing cowboy with a real horse in the great outdoors. Professional involvements have included music, teaching, human services, and being a helper and handy woman. Her writing reflects her sixties identity and a noted fascination with nature, people and human causes. For Eydie, life is deep and joyous, ever challenging and so much fun.