Across woodlands and fields, delicate buds
When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs,
In 1972 in Victoria, Canada, a rookie policeman wrote a poem for his girlfriend while driving home in his police car. Dave “the Cop” Richardson gave the poem to his friend David Foster, a young aspiring young musician looking for material for his new band, SKYLARK. Foster passed […]
Every great dream begins with a dreamer.
Chapter 4 Tragedy
I wrote this poem years ago, dedicated to my younger brothers and sister, now departed.