I'm a visual person always have been expressed myself through drawings in the sand and paintings on the wind with interest I hunt now for my wordsmith hidden inside. playing fiddle is new now the words must come too singing songs is what I love all day to the radio and insdie somewhere like a hermit crab hides my own songs singing to me quietly in the night, hey maybe 100 poems will crack the shell I bet the 100th will be different from the first who knows where this will go but right now the river flows
