Born and reared in Dublin, Ireland, Tracy Lee Smith is mother to a ten year old daughter, Maya Piper.
Tracy has travelled extensively in the past but now spends most of the time in Ireland.
As a lover of the great outdoors, when she is not busy writing, she enjoys spending time with her daughter walking their two dogs. She is also an avid film buff so we may even get a screenplay from her one of these days.
Following the success of ‘Highway of Dreams and Zulu Dolls this is her third book of poetry and it certainly won’t be her last as she is dedicated to her writing.
Plenty more to come from our author Tracy Lee Smith
Until We Meet
I wander the earth for you
I search the streets for you
But still I don’t see you
Maybe one day
I will really find your dark eyes
Maybe we can love each other forever
But till that day
I’ll search the streets
The earth
Until we finally meet
Apache Blues
You came alive that night in the cabin,
The jukebox banged out a 60s love song,
Rain crashed off the tin roof,
We glided together all that night,
Only to wake alone,
It must have been those Apache Blues,
I look out the window to see you just standing in the rain,
Calling your name is needless when you get like this,
Sun peeps from beyond the big old trees ,
You turn to me and smile,
I run outside just to get smothered by your kisses
and soaked by your love,
Wet grass never felt so good as we made love,
Inside and out ,
you make me scream,
you make me shout,
As we put an end to your Apache Blues,




