Comments about Linda Winchell
' 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.
As I sorted through the memories I once knew
stuck together were photos of me and my brother.
As I pulled them apart, their memories rushed to my heart
past memories now a big part of all the others.
Was more then mold in that cardboard box
there were those memories of things from my past.
But as I now see, they will always be, in my hearts memories
and not those tangible things that just ...
'Take Me Fishing'
' Take me fishin Paw, ' was a young boys cry!
I have the worms I caught outside.
I crawled in the dark all night long,
In our yard, on the fresh mowed lawn.
I borrowed your flashlight, so that I might see,
The fattest of Night Crawlers, looking back at me.