Name: Hailey Fowler
About: Hailey Fowler was born July 21st and grew up with her father, mother, and brother in Wallingford, Connecticut. She was bullied for being small, not athletic, weird, and not skinny. In 2012, Hailey was introduced to creative writing and found it a pleasant way of expressing feeling, desire, inspiration, and love. Despite being bullied for dedicating her time to poems, stories, songs, and school projects, she continued writing.
Hailey’s writing inspirations include her Portuguese great aunt (Titi) Deana Barroqueiro. She is Portugal’s favorite author and wrote young like Hailey. She got published around Hailey’s present age for the first time. Deana Barroqueiro continues writing and is up to 13 published best seller books. Hailey finds herself in a hard and unusual place in the world and has cared for her autistic brother Jonah from the day she could care for herself. It isn’t easy, but she manages every day.
Hailey has always dreamed of being an author, and never had the chance until now. She is inspired by her family’s dedication to her talent. Being published in this book is the first step to success in this young future author’s life.
Paradise Once Roamed
As I walk through soft grasses, my eyes stare upon
The most beautiful scenery that nature has ever drawn.
My eyes view surroundings, as the sights are raw,
I gaze upon them, with my jaw dropped in awe.
The spatter of color as the sun starts to set,
The dew on the grass as it’s dripping wet.
The drifting pink clouds, the summer breeze,
The blossomed flowers, the green trees.
The smell of roses, the sound of life,
Not a single worry, not a sense of strife.
The sound of rushing water from a nearby creek.
The feeling of health and not feeling weak.
The sight of heaven, the sight of relief,
Such a shame that this moment has to be brief.
The touch of the sun against my skin,
I feel my face being covered with a grin.
I pluck a dandelion out of the ground, I run through the meadow as I skip and bound. I blow the seeds away and watch them fly, I witness them soaring into the sky.The maple trees release their seed, The tiny propellers fly. Who knows where they lead? The sky turns dark. I start heading home. But I always will remember the paradise I once roamed.