When congratulating my granddaughter on receiving her Masters in Fine Arts degree, I acknowledged my desire to be able to write poetry. Her simple answer was "give it a try."
I finished my first poem at age 86. Since then, I have completed over 100 poems. A poet I will never be, however, a writer of poems I can claim.
Although saddled with imperfections, my hope is that some spiritual benefit will be derived from the reading of this little book.
The beautiful poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer was put to music and performed frequently by my father in my youth. The sound of his voice still lingers in my mind. The last line of the poem expresses my feelings.
"Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree."