I have been writing poetry since the 3rd grade when I tried my hand at "Roses Are Red .... ", a love poem
to Donna. Unfortunately, I have lost more written verse than I have saved.
But, I do have many notebooks containing pages of scribbled rhyme. They are scattered dust bunnies awaiting
only the slightest gust to stir motion. And I feel a light breeze, a cool brush of wind stirring within me.
The Dust Bunnies are dancing and prancing. A whiff of interest awakens and yearns for a full-force gale.
This collection of poetry is destined to grow. Please keep coming back.
AND, what's more - - the bubbling cauldron of wordplay is always about to spill over - making a mess of
my best guess of the fun you can have with words!
Some poems are serious pieces meant to convey a message, and some are whimsical word-play. I hope you can
tell the difference.
