Nestled deep in a dark hollow on a lonely point in the hills of West Virginia, there lies a few flat rocks, the only remains of the log cabin home where Mother and Dad and we seven children lived. Much of the poetry in this book is based on facts and real persons that have touched my life so deeply. I owe all I am to these people, and to my old log cabin home. Shyness inhibits the freedom of speech, Restraining true feelings within. Desire and duty demanded a breach, So I quietly turned to the pen.