Dreams I have sailed the sea in ships with painted billowing sails. I have soared the night sky on wings that glimmer and have danced on moonbeams. I have swan the warm water by Hercules Pillars and sang the siren's song.......but only in my mind.

My name is Sherry. I live in a small town in Oklahoma. My degree is in Music Education from Oklahoma State University. It is my good fortune to have some very special people in my life that give me inspiration and encouragement for whatever creative talents that I may possess. Some of my interests include:  writing poetry, painting with water colors, and singing karoake with my friends.  I like to enjoy life and people. With a sense of humor, I tell people that I am a multi-tasking person.  I find most subjects fasinating, even those far above my scope of ability, and enjoy learning new things such as this web page endevor. Unicorns and fantasy have long been a passion of mine and I have been collecting them for many years.  I guess that my inner-being identifies with the symbol of the unicorn. Below you will find some samples of my poems. I hope that you enjoy them and that they touch something in your soul that we may share together.

Ode to an Oyster Oh little oyster, teach me the secrets of your world, for who else can take an irritation and change it to a pearl?

Poems by Sherry:  may not be reproduced or copied in whole or part

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Where did love go? Smoking cigarettes, drinking wine remembering a better place and time, Oh baby, where did our love go? Another cigarette, another sip of wine, remembering when you were mine, oh baby, where did love go? When we first met the world seemed new, you promised that your love was true but baby, where did love go? You spoke of God, of family and home, you left your seed then you were gone. oh baby, where did love go? So live your sad and lonely life without a home, without a wife and someday when you're old and gray, remembing back, you'll hear yourself say "oh baby, where did love go"? Now Time has been a friend to me and as I look back, I've learned to see through the eyes a real love who knows oh baby, true love never goes.

TO MY DAUGHTER    To you, because I see you in blue ribbons, starched dresses and skinned knees.  Curls, frilly petticoats-dressed up young vanity, so pleased. I see you run, then wait for me or walk sedately on our strolls, just you and me, or playing 'grownup' with tea. Finding paperdolls in your favorite chair or watching you 'be hostess' when company was there.  Gold curls-wide eyes, a steadiness with grace were the promise of the woman to be in some future time and space. I see in you the qualities I wish that I possessed and then I know for sure HE heard, and gave, and blessed.  So many happy memories come back and live with me and I treasure every moment and hoard them lovingly.  For you're a very special picture that only I can see and wonder by what magic you'll always stay just three to me.

The following poem was written to me by my Mother.  I came acrossed it while going through some of her things two years after her death.  This means alot to me.  I hope it will have special meaning to all Mother's and Daughters everywhere.

I dance in the moonlight with your ghost in my arms, dreaming of what might have been. I hope that life has been kind to you and that I have not been forgotten. I send warm breezes to kiss your lips that I cannot reach and I envy them. Time and space has taken their toll but the memory of you and our lost love lives in the secret places of my heart. We cannot know what the Fates have in store for us as the future has yet to be written.  I wonder, will the paths we choose brings us back to each other or further apart on divergent paths, never to meet again in this life. I only know that my memories of you warm me like a soft blanket against Winter's cold grip, comforting me when I feel I can no longer stand strong against the harshness of life. we will not waste our precious time on 'what ifs' but yet, in fleeting moments, they invade my thoughts without invitation and that is when I dance in the moonlight with your ghost in my arms.

Forgotten Paths