Month: September 2021

Ice Cream Man

I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived… Continue Reading “Ice Cream Man”

Recounting God’s Faithfulness

It’s easy to forget how many times the Lord has came through for us.

Words Unspoken

Young love. A poem from 13.

Home on the Range: Laporte, Colorado

I once lived on a ranch at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Cowgirl Erin, teen addition. A beautiful, rural homestead in Laporte, Colorado, a town settled in 1828 on the Northern Front Range and on the banks of the Cache La Poudre River.… Continue Reading “Home on the Range: Laporte, Colorado”

Summer Mornings

I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived… Continue Reading “Summer Mornings”

Moonlit Walk

I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived… Continue Reading “Moonlit Walk”

Enchantment Land

I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived… Continue Reading “Enchantment Land”

Dragon Slayers

Eyes roamed to and fro as dragons scorched the land Who is equipped to fight of all the sons of man? Searching for the warriors; weapons forged with tears That He collected and protected in His bottle all these years. It appeared they were… Continue Reading “Dragon Slayers”

Heavenly Friend

I began writing poems at age 10. I have toted around journals for over three decades in which I neatly copied verses that I had scribbled onto any loose paper in my reach. It’s miraculous that I still have these precious keepsakes; I’ve lived… Continue Reading “Heavenly Friend”

The Violent Cycle

A poem from a 12 year old me.

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