Life and Times I'm back. I do a lot of writing these days: poetry mostly. Two days ago, when I was walking up by the Lincoln Memorial, I put pen to paper to write another poem. I'd like to share it now but I used that paper to put my gum in then forgot which paper it was and ended up throwing it away.

It was a good poem about the grass and how water makes things grow. There was this one part in it that went: "...about trees, this is what the artist sees." Something like that with rhyming.

Thanks,
Rob