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"It is fairly obvious that Trendle’s Ohio is not Ohio at all, but Fairyland; colored with the blues of Chicory, the cream of Queen Anne’s Lace, the bright, honeyed sorcery of Marigold, all bunched together in Trendle’s gathering-skirt. Even Farmer Shaw believes in the Lady of the Ellwood," Edwina Peterson Cross, Poetry Editor, Welcome Home

Thank you Winnie for your support, it means a lot to me, having you here. And everyone else, Welcome! I would like to have an adventure, lets walk down a trail and see what magic we can find, want to? There may be portals between the hedgerows and the corn fields so keep a good eye open. Whichever path we take let's keep nature close by our side and our hearts tuned to the divine, shall we? I have a feeling it's going to be grand. I'll meet you here by the blue door.

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Sunday, June 06, 2004

While Venus Sings 

by Trendle Ellwood


Today we will go down to where the
Hemlock tree grows on stones.
To find a hollow place
In the crevice of the hills.

A gateway opens.
Beckons us within.
Beside the moss and the fern.

Do we enter?
Or do we stay?
There is fear,
We are resistant to change
What lies beyond the opening?

An ever expanding
Joyous journey!
For it leads us home again.
Within.

Just a hollow place,
In the crevice of the hills.
While Venus sings.

Copyright © 2004, by Trendle Ellwood. All Rights Reserved.
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