Where is All Began
I wrote a line or two
of poem once
because it was required of me.
An assignment given by the teacher.
And wonder of wonders
it stuck with me.
I couldn't get enough.
Poem after poem
spilled off my pen
and onto the paper.
So much said in only
a short space.
Hand in hand
I walk with nouns, verbs and adjectives.
Each word hand selected
polished, shaped and fitted
into the work.
And so it began
my love affair with words.