Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes," Carl Sandberg once said. We are blessed with the gift of memory or a packsack of keepsakes or memories of things special, pleasurable, and inspirational along with a recall of things not so much so. In my packsack is an array of events, thoughts and things that hopefully appeals to the reader of this book. As is usually my way, I ask readers of my poems across the country to read and comment on them and here is what a few have said:
"Wonderful, Larry! You are a great poet. Such vivid imagery! Love it!"
"Your best words ever, Larry."
"Just so beautiful. Now I'm crying."
"So sweet. Made me cry."
"Can't read this without tears both of sorrow and thanks for those lives gone."
"What a nice way to tell a story."
"A history lesson and really good poem all rolled into one. With the news from the past couple of days, this is written at a good time. You've no idea how much I appreciate your sharing your poems with me. I always look forward to reading them."
