Poems by Trinda Latherow
My Cabin in the Woods My cabin in the woods is small and far from city lights. It’s hearth is big and close to me throughout the wintery days and nights. It is here that I am free of any earthly fright. No loss or lack, which gives me...
We must never to compare Not a waist, face, or hair We must never to compare Not a look, fashion, or flair We must never to compare Not a title, degree, or public air We must never to compare Not a talent,...
Spring has sprung as the robins have returned. Perhaps they do not know it is for many still more of wintery times. Spring has sprung as the butterflies are fluttering throughout the day. Perhaps they do not know how long they’ve lain upon that of flowering vines. Spring has sprung as the winds...
Life is always changing… from hand-written letters to Santa to e-mails to the virtual North Pole from toys built to move to those that move you from hay rides to virtual rides from barn raising to extreme home makeovers from being cool as a smoker to being hot having...
Our thanks are given to the Source of all life - to God, the Father, Great Spirit, or to Creation itself. For all that has come into birth. For all that lives and grows upon the earth. For all the abundance that is both yours and mine. For all that shines of something divine. Our...
I thought I was a skeptic, and then I became a seeker. I thought I was a seeker, and then I became a believer. I thought I was a believer, and then I became a speaker. I thought I was a speaker, and then I became a writer. I...
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