In January of 1998, I read a poem by a young man whose nik was grinningdog. This poet has encouraged me to follow a most unusual (for me) course. I have now become a poet - and I owe the awakening of my rather strange and wonderful ability to write rhyming verse to Richard Green,who has become my strange and wonderful and good friend. Below is one of my most treasured gift - a poem that Richard wrote for me.
Highs and lows,
Ebbs and flows,
What comes tomorrow,
The good Lord knows.
Sorrow and pain
Or joy in the rain
The answers you search for
Are in His domain.
