mindsinger | December 14, 2009
White Bird flew over fields and forests, towns and hills. She would rest in a high tree now and then, but her path was always to the West. One day a meadow lark flew beside her. “Where are you going, White Bird?” the meadow lark asked. “And why do you not sing as I do?”
mindsinger | December 10, 2009
“I do not see anything that is familiar to me!” she cried. “And I can’t even go home for I’ve forgotten that as well!” A tear glistened on her cheek feathers.
mindsinger | May 18, 2009
The whispering child
sitting in the darkness
holding tightly to all
the feelings
I need to feel.
Donna Swanson, poet, author, lyricist and artist, lives on the edge of the Great Prairie in Indiana. She has written and published seven books, soon to be eight, and is working on a chapbook trilogy of poetry introduced by Gloria Gaither. She has carved three full-size carousel figures and dozens of miniatures. Swanson writes two columns for her home-town newspaper: one for adults, Donna’s Country Roads, and one for children, Granny’s Place. Bible student and teacher of adult Bible classes for over thirty years, her poetry and prose are deeply rooted in her faith.
