David makes his home in Renton, Washington. As a former minister, and an avid reader, he has always had a strong affinity for poetry and has written 88 sonnets, mostly for the amusement of his friends. |
First time I saw him, on the porch, rockin' in...
I was no more than five or six, shy beyond...
Whispering thunder resounds from clear sky,
Arresting! Take cover and contemplate...
Soars to the sky upon wind-lifted wings,
While bound to the earth with unbounded glee...
Kiss of the dew on my feet from freshly
Mowed grass, comforted internally...
Keep your feet, I dare you! Once cross this span
The truth be told, you may never return...