I Am Not A Teacher. I Am

I Fail To See What Fun, What Satisfaction / A God Can Find In Laughing At How Badly / Men Fumble At The Possibilities.

I'm Not A Teacher, But An Awakener.

I Am Not A Nature Poet. There Is Almost Always A Person In My Poems.

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.

My Sorrow, When She's Here With Me, Thinks These Dark Days Of Autumn Rain Are Beautiful As Days Can Be; She Loves The Bare, The Withered Tree; She Walks The Sodden Pasture Lane.