Why I write and now publish

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•  Lost in the wonder of nature my early preschool and school days. Played, worked and loved strong but didn’t really click into what most were thinking or felt interesting and important.
   

• My father and maternal grandfather referred to me as the absent-minded professor. If sent to bring in the cows for milking, could be counted on to get lost searching in the creek, a bird sound or whatever.
   

• Didn’t like being out of it, but that was ok. Always liked people.
   

• By writing poetry, was better able to find myself by capturing in words some of what I saw and felt, often awarenesses of something I am not fully sure of, but know it wants out. I often write and the poem forms as I go.
   

• Can feel frustrated because words do not exist for something (unutterable groanings) but holding patient, the poem touches around it to give glimpses. Saw one line to have a half dozen meanings, all valid yet totally different.
   

• I wrote poems I was not sure what they meant at the time yet knew the words were right. I learned to show these around for weeks and someone would cry because it was their answer. I didn’t even know the question. God does things in His own way.
   

• Not always in a fog; learned to be competent at whatever I was doing. Always sought to bring an extra dimension to wherever I was involved; family life, working construction, teaching school, and teaching nutrition to doctors; and so wrote about these.
   

• Poetry allowed growth into what is common to us all; what may be just out of sight.
   

• To honor what is not just for me, I publish.