Early in the morning a bright yellow glowing ball could be seen rising from under
floating scarlet purple and white clouds,mingled in amongst blue skies over MT Rainier,
It promises to be a nearly perfect spring day announcing softly to the visitor it does
not always rain in Seattle. A fact those of native birth try to keep hidden from those
who might be vacationing and just passing by, a celestial orb that would later in the
day fall from the sky, receding beneath florescent rolling waves and soon be hidden beneath
a shadowed purple curtain in a vermillion sky. Let the story begin.
This is the beginning of two Detective novels in final draft. I am doing this now to give
to my Grandson for the Generation project. Grandpa what are you doing as an adult? What are your goals?
goals? You taught us to do our best in any project. Do you have one? Aside from poetry I have poetry
books but do not push them on site. My advice to my fellow poets some discouraged. He who gives
up well never be able to look back and say I may not be published but I gave it my best shot.