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While
I was recording a group of orphans in Uganda, I met Sandra who was originally
from
Rwanda. Both her parents were killed during the war there. She seemed to
take a shine to me and was keen to help during the recording. But I didn't
realise the depth of what she felt until I left, and her gift alone is
more than I could conceive as payment for my small deed. |
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On
a trip to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico I met a beautiful girl at the airport
in PV as I was heading home. I went back to visit her three more
times. |
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After
the terrible events of September 11th, I was inspired to write this poem |
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This
may be the very first poem I ever wrote. I wrote it the day my mother passed
away, a victim to lung cancer, on the 7th September 1977. |
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On
a fascinating visit to China in June 2001, I was awed by the Great Wall,
mesmerized by The Forbidden City and my heart was stolen by the beautiful
Wang Dong Dong. |
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As
a wee boy growing up in Scotland, I have such fond memories of visiting
my aunts and uncles. But the best place to go and visit was my Uncle Peter's.
He would show us card tricks, make coins disappear and conjure up the most
amazing things for us. |
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While
my son Alexander was still in his mother's (Sunny) womb, I wrote this on
Valentine's Day |
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Suzie
was my brother George's best wee pal. She would go on walks along the river,
up the hills, around the town with George. And when he went out on his
own, she would be just so happy to see him come home. When she took ill
and died. "Big Doad"
was heartbroken. |
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I had
a blast a couple of weeks ago when first I was asked to receive a proclamation
from Mayor Miller and give her a wee thank you speech. Then, right after
it, I
had
to hotfoot it up to Barnes & Noble's at Northwest Highway to give a
presentation (Poetry & Stories) to some children. Until that week,
I didn't have any poems
for
children so, after finding some of Robert Louis Stevenson's wonderful poems
for children, I thought I had better write one myself especially for children.
Gregg Howard, a native American friend of mine told me this as a Indian
children's story featuring Indian characters. I adapted it in Scottish
form and embellished it quite a bit. Then I turned it into a poem. So the
story idea is not mine but all the words are and I felt pretty
good about it once I'd completed it.Well, it's now featured in Scotland
on a Scottish web site.
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