Gudmundina Haflidason

Gudmundina Haflidason cropThe daughter of an Icelandic Sea Captain, Gudmundina Haflidason began composing poetry in her native language when still a child. It was not until she moved to America and began attending school that she learned English. Mrs. Halfidason comes from a long line of Icelandic writers, and thus it is no surprise that her mother encouraged her to be a writer, too. But her interest in the fine arts influenced her to take up studies in ballet, music and drama.
It was not until she began to work in the psychiatric field, and later counseled teen-age deaf children, that Miss Haflidason developed satisfaction in her work, and with it came a renewed interest in writing.

Gudmundina’s books are all written with an old school classic and precise style that has been lost and may be lost forever, so enjoy these books which teach us about life, love and all the above.

You can find Gudmundina’s work for sale on Barnes and Nobles web site.

"The Wind" by Erik Mackey

The wind can be so gentle a whisper it only slightly sways the delicate leafs in trees above.
Or so powerful and unyielding it can shift and rearrange the very world from which we stand.
With windless life pollen could not float about, rivers would not bend, birds would dance with love.
Instruments of air that often caress the ear with pleasing tones,
would become useless solid mass for sale on helpless loans.
A torrid storm is but wind gone wild, shredding path of life and limb while flowing grand.
Scientist attempt to cage and define the wind within their graphs,
while those of us who feel and love the wind are filled with laughs.
Wind must talk and teach to all who listen,
while souls and beggars learn the lesson's.
Where it starts and where it ends is your sweet mystery and my best friend,
so lick your finger and feel my friend and maybe your heart too will mend.