| Author: | Michael A. Nelms | ISBN: | 9781453550823 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | September 10, 2010 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Michael A. Nelms |
| ISBN: | 9781453550823 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | September 10, 2010 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
Growing up in Baltimore and spending a lot of summers in Virginia, I was always surrounded by love and encouragement. Being an individual, love, honor, hard work, and pride became the foundation that would shape me into the man that I am. I have always had a love for art and its ability to be a vehicle for expression. Growing up I expressed myself through sketching, painting, and sculpting, but I wasnt able to relay my true thoughts, until I started comprising poetry. Poems trapped in my head, forgotten notebooks of thoughts I shed, and those slips of random paper, everything from envelopes to receipts, had become the warehouse of my expressions. Thank God for friends and family, they encouraged me to chase my dreams, and write this book. We are but echoes of memories on the wings of space and time, living immortally in the hearts and minds of those we have touched. It is my purpose, my hope, and my dream, to stimulate the heart and mind of whomever may read this book. It is my attempt to express and release my thoughts, so that you, my readers, may have a taste of who I am. If, but one person reads, and is positively inspired by my words, then this book will have serve
Growing up in Baltimore and spending a lot of summers in Virginia, I was always surrounded by love and encouragement. Being an individual, love, honor, hard work, and pride became the foundation that would shape me into the man that I am. I have always had a love for art and its ability to be a vehicle for expression. Growing up I expressed myself through sketching, painting, and sculpting, but I wasnt able to relay my true thoughts, until I started comprising poetry. Poems trapped in my head, forgotten notebooks of thoughts I shed, and those slips of random paper, everything from envelopes to receipts, had become the warehouse of my expressions. Thank God for friends and family, they encouraged me to chase my dreams, and write this book. We are but echoes of memories on the wings of space and time, living immortally in the hearts and minds of those we have touched. It is my purpose, my hope, and my dream, to stimulate the heart and mind of whomever may read this book. It is my attempt to express and release my thoughts, so that you, my readers, may have a taste of who I am. If, but one person reads, and is positively inspired by my words, then this book will have serve
