A Collection of 101 Poems
Carolyn Gorman was born in the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, where the family had established its roots many years before. Growing up in a rural area, by a beautiful lake provided for a wonderful childhood full of memories which Carolyn was able to draw on for her inspiration. She writes about life's journey from her experiences, her love of nature is recalled from childhood adventures, and she is able to show sensitivity to the human spirit and her love of God throughout her poetry. The picture of Carolyn is by Photography West of Kelowna, BC. Carol was born and raised in the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada. Growing up on a fruit farm, and having acres of land to hike and horseback ride over, Carol had lots of natural settings to draw on for her poetry. Carol started writing poetry as a young child and has continually written about her friendships, nature and her belief in God. Besides writing, Carol is an amateur artist and enjoys painting some of the natural beauty that surrounds her in Westbank, British Columbia.
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