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