A Writer's Best Friend

No shocker, the first person to view, comment, and share my new blog was my sister and best friend, Shannon Gray :)  She has been with me from the conception of this story, and has been encouraging me along the entire way.  When I was living down south and sending her chapters as I completed them, she and I were emailing every day.  Some of the scenes and dialogue in the book were Shannon's ideas, and few grammar mistakes make it past her scrutiny.  I could not have gotten this far without her, and I know she will be instrumental in my future success.  Some of you who know Shannon know that she is creative as well- she is a poet, painter, and songwriter!  So in her honor I thought I'd share this poem that she wrote for me in 2006 (can't believe it was that long ago...)  Enjoy!


A Poem by Shannon Gray:                                                                   

Beneath the shadows of aged oak trees,
there's been stirred up, a salty breeze.
Within a town that's quaint and quiet,
there have been whispers of a ghostly riot.

By day it's calm and all are care free,
but when candles go out it's time to flee.
They moan and cry throughout the night,
as soon as sun rises, they all take flight.

Few know their story, for few speak of the dead,                       or they'll come in the night and creep inside your head.            
But this town might soon be freed at last,
of all ugly things that have made up its past.                    

One soul is all that it will take,
one soul that has a choice to make.
Will she free the hundreds that have been laid to rest?  
Can she help the town that has been so long possessed?