Biography of Nancy Crossman
Annabel Sheila grew up in Stephenville, a pretty little seaside town on the west coast of Newfoundland. She now calls Moncton, New Brunswick home and it’s there that she writes about the splendour of nature, the serenity of the ocean, and the wonder of love with a passion that comes from the heart of an author who is one with her muse. She is a member of the Writers' Federation of New Brunswick and has been published in Chicken Soup for the Soul, Downhome Magazine, Northern Cardinal Review, Feathertale, Travel Itch and many other print and online venues. Her poem, 'Sentinel', won the 2013 Castaways Poetry Competition in Rockingham, Australia.
Nancy Crossman's Works:
'Tell Me A Story' - a book of children's lyrical poetry, written and illustrated by Annabel Sheila.
'Sketches Of Destiny' - Justin could almost see her face as she held out her ivory hand beckoning him to come to her. Who was this mysterious creature, and why was it always the same dream? It was the summer of Justin’s fifteenth birthday and his dreams were about to become reality. Justin Willows was born with a very special gift. He had a unique ability to capture nature with his paintings, particularly the oceans, unlike anything the world had seen before. He was about to embark on an adventure that would change his life and lead him on a crusade to protect the oceans and all of the mysteries they hold.
'The Masters Garden' - Amazon & Kindle: There are times when things happen the way they do because they are part of an intricate plan we are not meant to understand until the timing is right.
On the corner of Vine and Harvey, in the little mining town of Brandon, Manitoba Kwon Lee finds serenity in his jungle-like garden. But he’s the only one who can see the beauty in the chaos that surrounds him.
His once famous oriental garden, with elaborate trellises, genuine jade interlaced footpath and rare, exotic flowers, had been featured in Better Homes and Gardens. But that was before he became a recluse, withdrawing in sorrow from the community he loved.
What begins as a harmless prank lands three fourteen-year-old best friends in a whole lot more trouble than they bargained for. A mistakenly shattered window brings them face-to-face with the man on whose property they are illegally trespassing.
Terrified they’re going to end up with criminal records, they agree to the insurmountable task of restoring the old man's wretched garden. But as they begin to strip away the years of neglect, something beautiful begins to emerge.
It’s a time of personal growth for Cassidy, Tanner and Michael as they learn the intricacies of nature, while reaping the rewards of a wonderful friendship with a man unlike anyone they’ve ever met.
Nancy Crossman Poems
Oh how many tragic tears, Must mermaids weep each day? To leave behind the trail of gems, Washed up on the shore in the bay.
Blissful whispers, the ebbing tide, A sated lover’s sigh. Scintillating breeze against my cheek, Teasing me with warm salty breath,
Angels Are Everywhere
Angels walk among us, But they’re very hard to see. No wings or halo do they have, They look like you and me.
Beginning To End
Nurtured by mother’s body, Close to her heart she cradles us. We are complete – but not whole, Until she lets us go.
Two rainbows graced the evening sky, Completely awed, I wondered why. Brilliant hews of vibrant light, Glowed in the darkening sky of night.
Took my girl for a buggy ride, Seated her on the wagon. Suddenly the horse lifted his tail And we heard a roaring dragon!
The Fisherman's Life
He loved her to the depth of his soul, Even more than he did his wife; She was a forbidden lover to him, He’d been with her most of his life.
Pen And Prose
My thoughts are precious gems to me, Echoes of my heart, They are reflections of who I am, To me they’re works of art.
See What Tomorrow Brings
Could we really be that ignorant? To believe Mother Earth would survive, The abuse we have subjected her to Just so humans could thrive.
Woman In The Mirror
When hope seems just beyond my reach, And my dreams dissipate swiftly, Like dewdrops warmed by the morning sun, When the only friend around,
The Lonely Teen
She has all the answers and time stretches before her like an eternity... her own truths resonate loudly within her mind drowning out all whispers of reason
Dancing Naked With Trees
Solitude envelops the little cottage, Far away from the milieu of the city, Night has claimed the evening sky. Birch trees sway in the brisk autumn breeze,
Like a princess in a fairytale, A vision in satin and lace, She stands before him Teardrops glistening like diamonds
Harley's Dragon Wagon
The most unusual thing you'll ever see On the road in the land of dragons Is a little black kitten riding along In Harley the dragon’s wagon.
Oh how many tragic tears,
Must mermaids weep each day?
To leave behind the trail of gems,
Washed up on the shore in the bay.
Beautifully sculpted sea glass,
Is mermaid’s tears they say,
But it may be magical, mystical dust,
Sprinkled by mermaids at play.