Foreword

What these chosen poems mean to me I put down plainly for all readers to see Others may not think them very much And in no way their hearts ever touch For me they brought comfort and pleasure And this they did gently in equal measure Poets everywhere always yearn for a pen Their inmost thoughts to brightly illumine. So my poor offerings I do wish to publish Even though critics may judge them rubbish To all those who have leisure to read mine You might find rich treasure in the odd line For that very reason I send them abroad Hoping they will not be put to the sword.