Poetry for Pleasure

About the Book

I was born in Copiague Long Island where I lived until I was 6 years old. I have a lot of memories from back then, friend's names, where they lived and things we've done. I remember things like my father teaching me to ride a bike to sticking a car key in an electrical socket. I still remember how that shock felt (OUCH). My parents bought a house on Long Island in Brentwood and we moved on my 6th birthday. I remember running through the very high uncut grass and weeds like I was running through a corn field. I went to all Brentwood schools until I graduated High School. I first dicovered my talent with poetry in fourth grade when my teacher wanted us to memorize the famous TREES by Joyce Kilmer. I was the only one that recited it without pausing or forgetting any verses. Then it really hit me when our teacher gave us 15 spelling words to home and learn to spell them and use them in a sentence. And that's when I wrote "The Bloody Knee". The very first poem I ever wrote. When I read that in class and was finished my teacher stood up and clapped and so did my classmates. That was the most proudest moment in my entire childhood growing up. How I wish I still had that poem today.

About the Author

AUTOBIOGRAPHY I was born in Copiague Long Island where I lived until I was 6 years old. I have a lot of memories from back then, friend’s names, where they lived and things we’ve done. I remember things like my father teaching me to ride a bike to sticking a car key in an electrical socket, I still remember how that shock felt (OUCH). My parents bought a house on Long Island in Brentwood and we moved in on my 6th birthday. I remember running through the very high uncut grass and weeds like I was running through a corn field. I went to all Brentwood schools until I graduated High School. I first discovered my talent with poetry in fourth grade when my teacher wanted us to memorize the famous poem TREES by Joyce Kilmer. I was the only one that recited it without pausing or forgetting any verses. Then it really hit me when our teacher gave us 15 spelling words to go home and learn to spell them and use them in a sentence. And that’s when I wrote “The Bloody Knee” The very first poem I ever wrote. When I read that in class and was finished my teacher stood up and clapped and so did my classmates. That was thee most proudest moment in my entire childhood growing up. How I wish I still had that poem today.