The Bridge of Peace
        Cindy Woodsmall

    A half mile before he came to the four-way stop, he pulled on the right
rein, guiding the horse off the road and through a back pasture. Going this
way would take a half a mile off the trip. Images around him seemed to
magnify as he flew across the field. The sky stood out as a brilliant blue.
The hayfield went on fro acres and acres, all filled with rich green blades
of hay about two feet tall. Finally Lennie's place came into view. Nicky's
angry bark echoed off the hills as Grey approached. He brought the horse
to a halt, jumped off, and ran toward the house. Nicky leaped at the screen
of the window, barking unlike he'd ever heard her before. The dog yapped
and growled. The horse whinnied loudly. Lennie screamed. grey ran as
hard and fast toward the barn as he could.


 I love this book a lot. Cindy writes amazingly, and in a very creative way.
Cindy's writing draws in a person and keep them interested. Her skills seem
limited, but she still draws a lot of attention. I would highly recommend this
book to someone who is in need of a really good book.
  

             The Hope of Refuge
             Cindy Woodsmall

      The kitchen door swung open, and Cara waltzed into the room, her
Amish dress spattered with paint and much of her short hair coming loose
from its stubby ponytail and sticking out around her prayer kapp. The
young woman carried the confidence of being happy and loved, making
Deborah wonder is she'd ever feel that way again. Deborah's brother
Ephriam was thirty-two when he found love for the first time in his life.
And even though he broke up with Deborah's closet friend in order to
pursue the englischer girl, Deborah had grown to love Cara too.
    Cara glanced through the screen door, and Deborah knew she was
checking on her daughter.



   The living room couch fell over, and mom came running in to the room,
her face full of worry and her long hair flying loose from her bun and
covering her face. The woman acted like she never heard noise in her life,
making me wonder if I would ever understand how she felt. Her sister was
twenty-six when she gave birth to her first child. And even though the baby
wasn't an angel, my mom had grown to love children too.
  Mom glanced back through the door, and I knew she was warning us on
our behavior.

 
          The Bridge of Peace
            Cindy Woodsmall
  
   Silently fighting offense as he never had before, he felt displaced, as if
he weren't really there.  Yet he noticed every movement and every word.
Lennie held he arms out for Ivan, asking if he wanted to pet the doggy.
Ivan went to her.   She gently commanded Nicky to lie down.  The dog
obeyed, and Lennie knelt beside Ivan while they petted the dog and
talked about her fur being soft, like a rabbit's.

  Calmly watching the sky like he hadn't seen it before, he felt amazed, it was
as is he and the clouds were alone in this world.  Yet he could hear people
around him. Andrew held his arms out for his sister, begging her to play with
him. She went to him. He kindly played with her. The two played, and
Andrew helped his sister swing while they talked about how
 the motion was soothing, like a hot bath.