A Poem – “Like Nancy Drew”

Twisted candles, cinnamon toast

Books with yellow spine

My name inside

(I’d written there)

When I was young and the world was mine.

Beneath the pine, on needles there

Each afternoon, I’d hide

The mysteries of a simpler life

Would ebb and flow

In a narrative tide.

As shadows fell across the page

A ribbon held my place

Carried home on storied wings

Dreams of candle wax

And cinnamon on my face.


  1. Loved Nancy Drew. Read every book. And escape, to be sure, but also a model of what a self-assured, motivated, and organized young woman could accomplish. Not sure I had any of those three, but a girl can dream!

    Rebecca Smith 541.944.6339 Sent from my iPhone


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