http://slow.writerscafe.org/Loganberry The original writings of author Trisha Logan Hillery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047018 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Writing isreleasing your abilitiesWriting iscreating and formingyour future selfWriting isgoing through lifenoticing momentsyou want to captureand can.Writing isyour legacyWriting is letting it all out,having the courageto present yourselfto the world.Writing ishoping a dreamseizing a moment.Writing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1785937/ Art Breathes insideWaiting to get outBreaks free in dreamsInspires flights of fancyHush, sleep, dreamCreate...Art http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1785933/ The sun will rise high in the sky everydayHow do I know it is so?The moon will glow bright as the sun fades awayHow do I know it is so?A child will be born on this very nightHow do I know it is so?A mother will hold her little ones tightHow do I know it is so?A garden of roses will burst into bloomH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1785931/ I see you in the warm sitting roomThe fire glows illuminatingtreasured photographscarefully placedon the mantelpieceI see youtoes peekingunderneath a throwenthralledwith your bookcup of tea in handsipping slowI see youas you werebefore the years ran onI feel what you'll becomewhen somedayyou'll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1785911/ Ode To My Mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1785908/ Would that I couldWould I change what I've done?Would I alter the past,Resculpt the stone that's been cast?Stress, strife, strainDistress, drudge, drainInto each life, some rain must fallSlogan thrown 'round like a rubber ball.If that be so, then this I now knowMy body is rain-soaked, head to toe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1783943/ Invigorate my lungs with fresh fall airEmbrace the aroma of a New England morn.Adjust my eyes to dim dawn lightSequester my fingers 'neath warm fleece cuffs.Scarlet and crimson leaves crunch underfootEach a masterpiece, God's work of art.Sweet cider scent surrounds my townI quicken my pace, feel the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1783941/ Running has given me a chance to get out of childhood poverty, get a College education and live in the USA. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1783936/ Awaken at dawnto sounds of swirlYouth's memories rush forthfrom far side of the world.Through bedroom windowI'm ecstatic to seeA whimsical scenemidst the backyard trees.Trees that stood frozenand bare for so longhave escaped from the slumberand are dancing in song.Lilliputian leaveswhip wild in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1783571/ A poem I wrote, after witnessing a child abuse victim in a supermarket. I subsequently called social services to report what I had seen, and where. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1783564/ Ruminations on life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Loganberry/1783554/