Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

I've lived in this forest for over 32 years. None of it's history was shared before that first step. Maybe it wasn't important to those moving in. I'm the odd ball that's chosen to not let that happen anymore. Breadcrumbs lead up to the source of the story. Collect yours then share them to get the story of where you live into the hearts of those who don't know the story.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

The forest is very wet from a huge rain storm. The slow moving stream has taken on the image of a wild mountain river. It's dimly lit beneath the huge grey clouds. There are no animals to be seen. The trees look sad. I feel sad. Dread and doubt. How can we turn this around to create a positive day?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Like hurling a stone across the surface of a lake. Life in this forest is happening all too quickly. In time I'll sink into the history of the lake. This is why I'm trying to save all these forest stories! Learning to listen to the forest is a lifelong walk and journey. What are the real chances another person will ever get to touch these stories again. How can we keep them above water?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

It's called having "me" time. Learning how to tap into your inner willingness. I find peace inside a forest. You might get your peace from being seen at a Starbucks. The art of learning how to tap into you. Me time!

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation