One Christmas, long ago, in Graduate School, I found I had little money with which to buy gifts. I wanted to get something special for my roommate, who was also my best friend. As my creative juices got thinking, a poem came to mind. I wrote it down and gave it to him. I gave him a new poem each year. When, later in life, I gave him something material for Christmas, now that I could afford it, he turned to me and asked where his poem was.
I have been writing poetry since that first Christmas. I entered one poetry contest and bombed. Eventhough my friend(s) have urged me to publish, I have refrained. Well, now the time has come.
I dedicate this to the friend who inspired me. His name is Alan.
The Eagle and the
Sparrow, (c) 1996
To Alan IV,
(c) 1987
The Night, (c) 1992