Weeping Meadows

When I was 8 years old, the school librarian said to me, "Frank, you've got a way with words; you should become a poet!" Initially, I laughed and replied, "Isn't that something for old people to do?"

Later on when I studied English literature, I was gobsmacked. Waiting outside of the class, scratching my head inwardly, asking myself, will I ever do anything like that? It really appealed to me so that I continued to write.

Now I look at poetry as a great artistic form of evoking many emotions ...