I was born on the South side of Chicago in the forties.
I am now married and living on a farm in a small town in Concord Michigan. Was many things growing up, but have always been passionate about writing poetry and childrens' books and the love of God.
I love animals and nature and as you can see in my Poetry, they are some of my inspiration. No spell check on this site, ... more »
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Linda Winchell Poems
' If Seeing Is Believing'
If seeing is believing, then I'm more than would have known, To see my words down in print, now written in this poem. If seeing is believing, then I see clearer then once did,
' A Cardboard Box'
Crawled under the house to retrieve something's that I had fogotten. While I took them out, I sorted and found that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten.
' Daddy's Wooden Chair'
There's an old wooden chair by the roses, Where my Daddy went and sat. He would go there every morning,
A Pearl Of Irritation
An oyster first forms a pearl from the irritation of a single grain of sand. It's never placed by mistake inside you see it was placed by God's gentle Loving hand.
' A Smokers Pledge'
I promise to quit smoking soon I'm down to a pack and a half. And when I do, I pledge to me and you I will never, I'm never ever going back!
' Abusive Kind Of Love'
You tell me that you love me then you slap me to the ground. You said until death do we part your words now, are so profound.
' Destiny Calling'
What determines our destiny to be? What we become, futures predestined to see. Where will roads lead untill it all ends? Destiny calling, live's for some predestined to spend.
' If I Could Live to A Hundred Years'
If I could live to be a hundred years Or maybe two hundred more. Would I have accomplished... all I really wanted too? Than I have maybe... in all of my eighty-four?
' A Poet's Outlet'
We poet's need, his or her outlet! Where we can write down the words that clutter up our minds. It is a curse to have such a talent placing ones feelings, of words sometimes in rhyme.
' A Love To Die For'
I have a love I would die for and they say their love is real. Would they step in front of an arrow shot? for this love they proclaim for me to feel.
' If I Were To Write A Song'
If I were to write a song for you it would I think... be written in my tears. For the love I feel is Oh so deep It has now been... for many a year.
' I Must Tell You This Story'
“I Must Tell You This Story' I have, A Story I Must Tell! Of a Prince who lived so long ago.
' A Day To Remember'
Never does a mother forget, that miracle of birth, It stays within her memory, With the last and with her first.
' Hole My Father Dug'
Why is the hole that my father dug worth more when it's being dug today? It still is the same size from what I've seen and the same amount of dirt they haul away!
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' If Seeing Is Believing'
If seeing is believing, then I'm more than would have known,
To see my words down in print, now written in this poem.
If seeing is believing, then I see clearer then once did,
For all this life was given, was all I needed then to live.
If seeing is believing, I then see what God did want?
Accomplishing all I was formed to be, in my daily walks and haunts.
If seeing is believing, then why don't others view?
The same it is my eyes have seen, making better of a you?
If seeing is believing, worlds and nations then would be
Living in peace and ...