Pennsylvania’s poet, Lynda McKinney Lambert writes poems that celebrate the landscape, nature, history, and culture of her world. Lynda’s work reveals things that are hidden, lost or forgotten She is a twenty-first century keeper of memories. A Griot.
Continue reading →This poem is a perspective of winter time in Western Pennsylvania where I have lived my entire life. As I walk my dogs, I am paying attention to every detail, sound, and sight.
I focus on the color, red, in my world and in my memories.
Continue reading →Santa had filled our stockings just like he said he would. I was nearly finished opening them when I saw one final package for me. It was a bit heavy for such a small package, too. Once again, I had a burst of renewed energy and got excited with the anticipation of something that I would love to get from Santa. As I ripped the red shiny paper off the gift, my hopes turned to despair.
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