Biography of Linda Winchell
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, maybe they need to put one on it?
I love to bake and cook and clean. And power walking and walks in the woods keep me healthy. I do not smoke or drink, but love to dance! I love to joke around and sing too. I pray for all the world. And if this includes you, GREAT! 'Thank you God! ' May God bless you and all of your days be filled with sunshine and the Love of life. It is all we have! One Day at a time!
God's Servant, Linda Winchell
Linda Winchell's Works:
Writers' Of Jackson County. Submited work.
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 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!
' 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 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.
' 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.
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 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.
' 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?
' 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.
' 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.
' 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.
' 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.
' 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!
The Old Door
There's an old door in my garden,
Was put there long ago.
Rather then leave it for the trash,
I planted it so it might grow.
Dug deep I did that it might root,
And one morning I might see.
The hand of the Lord at work,
Of an old door birthed from a tree.