Every writer needs to find his voice, but I was still surprised when I found mine.
Iíve been writing poetry since my high school years, but it wasnít until a small bit of verse popped into my head several years ago that I heard the voice of Skimmer. The lines came to me while I was pulling cattails out of a small pond behind my home in Maine. The poem was about minnows, and the voice I heard had an accent that was somewhat Cajun, somewhat Forrest Gump, and somewhat Downeast Maine.
A few years ago, I moved to a farm in central New York and it has been a wonderful source of ideas and inspirations. Since moving here I have found the courage to read my poems in public, and do so often in schools. In 2003, at the Chenango County Arts Festival, I was honored to receive the first place award in the poetry reading competition.
The rhyming style poetry youíll find here has always been a favorite of mine. I think I first heard the style when I was very young and my mother read to me from Robert Louis Stevensonís
A Childís Garden of Verses. The words were magical to me, poems like
Windy Nights, Rain, My Shadow and The Hayloft.
Like Stevensonís verse, my poems are reflections on simple things, obvious things. The poems may at times be humorous or sad, but I hope they are always joyful. Perhaps these poems will remind you of what Stevenson said in a simple two-line poem:
The world is so full of a number of things,
Iím sure we should all be as happy as kings