Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.

I glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'