I wrote my first poem, which wasn’t required by an English class in high school, when I was 14 years of age. A very long time ago. For a few years, I wrote almost regularly considering the fact that regularly actually meant whenever the mood struck me. There were a few years of craziness in which I look back upon and marvel at how anyone could ever call what I wrote poetry. The writings came fast and furious in those days. Then came marriage and children and I wrote nothing for years and years, but always wanted to and never did. I suppose growing older and a small bit wiser instilled a fear in me that I really couldn’t write anything anyone would want to read. I tried a few times to write the first chapter of a book I longed to write, but time was short and memory was shorter.
I am still married, the children are grown and only my wife and I now live in the house, so time has become more available. That being said, I still have to have the gumption to sit and write. And the ideas. And the patience. Well, patience I have. Perhaps too much as I seem content to sit idle and just ponder what to write. But here and there, I actually succeed and you get to read the results. May the urge be strong and the night long.
Colonel's Words 