Down On The Farm With Grand Ma and Grand Pa Clampy

This book I write to the children, both boys and girls. I believe that all children of all ages will truly like this book..I give this to you from the heart. With this book you can use imaginations to wonders of fantasy.

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About Cheyene Montana Lopez

I am as most of you know me as Cheyene Montana Lopez. I am now an Independent Recording Artist and I will improve each song I promise you. I am a musician. More than all I am a designer which I draw abstract arts and I put them in online retail stores like and Over years I have been blessed as an artist with gifts unique. I am a published book author and writer. To this date I am a published book author and writer more than all. so far in this life this world, I have written and published in all 279 book titles, which I publish with America Star books, and I publish those in paperbacks. I publish my e-books with Amazon Smashwordscom . I publish hardcovers with I am also an avid photographer. I sell my photography in online sites as and many other sites online. I am worldwide. I am on some 70 sites in all and continue to grow. My fan base grows day by day. I am most of you know to be a native of Alabama. I grew up in a small town of Collinsville,Alabama. I grew up on a hundred acre small farm, in a foster home atop Lookout Mountain in northeast Alabama. I am always using my free spirit in soul, heart and mind, it sets me at ease. Its just me who I am and I like me the work I do and what I have done this world and life. As a boy growing up in those mountains often as a young boy I would complete my works for the day. when t came close to sunset I wanted to be just me and be wild. at that point I never knew poetry nor the power and the beauty of words. I used to go off to the woods I'd often go pick my mother and grandmother fresh bouquets of buttercup or dandelions from down in nearby woods. Often I would take an old wired tablet and an ink pen or pencil with me. I would go to the pine woods sit on old hills by this old spring. I'd listen to frogs croaking, birds singing and chirping away or crickets sing. This was not long after rains. The hills of Alabama, that old farm many times I ran barefooted. I remember dirt roads and fields where dust settled when breezes of winds settled down from blowing hard. On that old paper one day I would either begin to draw or write just words which came to me out of no where This point I begin to nourish knowledge and wisdom. It all just came from no place to be me, words spoke me in heart and solitude, and I became those words feelings. Words spoke than I could speak by mouth, they poured down from me. I guess you could say it all became encrypted in me. This was my escape from hatred and pressures. I'd gone through alcoholism with my real father and being abused. I this rejected that way of my real father and all he did to me my sister and brother my first six years of life which I was so close to death. Those years pretty much tears rolled down on in me. Many times I was name called made fun of given up on. In High School I remember I hated home work and class so much I skipped. More or less I never made what I should of and that was doing better. I was even failing in grades. One year I had to take English lit all over again. One day I was given an assignment to write a love sonnet poem which is a rhyme scheme style of poetry or verse stanza. Something right then and there pulled and tugged at me. I was making failing grades. I took the good in with the bad, its like I became a new person. Something inside me changed. The words of beauty took over me so I became them too a living feel a soul of it. The day I wrote that sonnet for class I discovered what my call was. For years I put writing to a side. I let it go. One day storms woke me, there it still stood that feeling to write. So in 1988 I wrote as an amateur. I was critiqued. I wrote a poem titled "Alabama" which won me the Golden Laurete Poet Of The Year Award with the World Of Poetry. It stood strong all of it then and there before me, my fate, my destinies road.In 1988 is when I begin to seek out and to try to find myself a book publisher. My first manuscript was one I typed and placed this manuscript into the copyright office of the Library of Congress. Then in 1988 I won a second award with the same company for my poem in honor of my late sister Shelia who died in 1967 of starvation and pneumonia. That poem title was " Little Sister" which I won Honorable Mention Award for that poem,from that moment on awards came. Today here I am. "I have roads many in all which I have gone and traveled paces and steps. Still miles to go for doors to open for me worlds await." A couple months back I met a wonderful friend Jasmine whom has given me new roads, new inspirations. Jasmine really inspires me a lots. She is a hero to me. I wrote a song which I put out on YouTube in honor of her for her birthday. And Jasmine I know your out there I feel your spirit presence that awaits me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for inspiring me new. Your such a great and terrific friend for me and for anyone for that fact. In coming weeks and months keep posted even years to come for Jasmine. For she herself is an up and coming author and songwriter plus a musician herself. She and I plan on writing some books coming in time together so keep posted. Jasmine is already helping me now. This is for you and happy late birthday to you my true friend my hero. I want to thank you all my friends and classmates from present to back to 1979 for you are all as like family to me more and more so everyday the world over.

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