
Leslye Clayton
Two years ago, Leslye Clayton attended a writing program mandated by her program in Greenfield. She did not see herself as a writer, but to her surprise she discovered she could rhyme with the best of them without even trying. Leslye has been writing ever since and despite living in Easthampton now, she finds her way weekly to our Springfield group.
Where once the writing was dark, now she brightens our group with her wonderful images of nature and feelings of hopefulness and light. She says writers' group saved her life and it continues to be her lifeline. "For me, I finally feel like I belong somewhere."
ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE
By Leslye Clayton
Aside from things
That we all know
Like having eyes
Or a nose to blow
There's plenty more
That I seek out
That fills my soul
I need the sun
With its golden rays
I even need
Those rainy days
I need the air
That fills my lungs
I need the nature
Where I'm from
I need to hear
My sons' voices
Too many choices
I need to feel
Your beautiful face
I need some love
Throughout my space
I need security
Now that is key
Without that
There'd be no me
Guess what I need
Most of all
Writer's group
That's what I call
Essential to my existence
Two years ago, Leslye Clayton attended a writing program mandated by her program in Greenfield. She did not see herself as a writer, but to her surprise she discovered she could rhyme with the best of them without even trying. Leslye has been writing ever since and despite living in Easthampton now, she finds her way weekly to our Springfield group.
Where once the writing was dark, now she brightens our group with her wonderful images of nature and feelings of hopefulness and light. She says writers' group saved her life and it continues to be her lifeline. "For me, I finally feel like I belong somewhere."
ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE
By Leslye Clayton
Aside from things
That we all know
Like having eyes
Or a nose to blow
There's plenty more
That I seek out
That fills my soul
I need the sun
With its golden rays
I even need
Those rainy days
I need the air
That fills my lungs
I need the nature
Where I'm from
I need to hear
My sons' voices
Too many choices
I need to feel
Your beautiful face
I need some love
Throughout my space
I need security
Now that is key
Without that
There'd be no me
Guess what I need
Most of all
Writer's group
That's what I call
Essential to my existence