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I attended Lynn public schools. I started writing poetry at the age of ten. My first poetry book was published in 1992, by the Plowman of Canada entitled, "Dreams of Tomorrow". In 1994 I won the editors choice award, for poetry, by the creative poetry associates. I was selected International Woman Of The Year in 1996-97 by the International Biographical Center of Cambridge England, in recogniton of my services to poetry. My poems are in three Anthology books. My poetry will also appear in a book entitled "Out Standing Poets of 1998". I also won the medal of honor for out standing poetry from Cambridge England. plus several awards for poetry from different countries. I was also honored for my poetry from the u.k. They sent me a trophy for excellance in poetry.I share my poems for all to see in the Ware River News. I am also a songwriter. I received a certificate of honor from the Jeff Roberts Music Company. I have two songs on a cassette called "Together We Stand". It is about the Oklahoma City bombings by Hilltop Records in Calif. I also have a song called "A Memory I Can't Erase", which was done by Ramsey Kerny of Nashville Tenn. In 1994 I created a character called "D J Dynamite". It is a children's book for all ages the stories of "D J Dynamite" will delight children from all over the world. "THE OLD FARM HOUSE" Written by Alice Donatelli The farm house stands upon a hill, it's old and tatterd I see. What use to be a place called home, is just a memory. Mother raised eight children there, life was hard back then. But that old farm house kept us warm, for a hard working family of ten. We would all get up at 4 a.m. to do our chours and such. The cold wind made our faces freeze, but it didn't bother us much. Papa was always chopping wood, to keep the family warm. And that old wind would howl outside, kicking up a storm. The kids always slept four in a bed, a few blankets were all we had. But we never complained about a thing, because our faith over came the bad. Mother would wash the wooden floors, with a scrub brush , down on her knees. And the kids would be outside, picking apples off the trees. Momma and papa both passed on, and the kids are all grown too. But we'll never forget that old farm house, that saw a family through. My poems are protected by © copyright © laws and can't not be used without my permission.