The river appears delicate,
As unknowing and as harmless
as a newborn child.
And yet it is as strong and penetrating,
As any force man has come up against.
Friday, April 25, 2008
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
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