Reality in Rhyme

I Consider That I Am A Spontaneous Writer. I Do No Planning Or Preparation Of Any Sort. I Have No Training Or Guidance In What Or How I Write. I Am Motivated Subconsciously By An Event Comment Action Or Just About Anything That I Find Interesting Disturbing Or Beautiful. I Know Not What It Will Be That Will Next Fill My Head With Words As I Cannot Write For The Sake Of Writing. I Have Now Compiled Approximately 170 Poems. Most Of My Writing Occurs In The Middle Of The Night Awoken From Sleep With Words Flying Around In My Head Like Bats In A Cave. Many Times I Rise And Write Immediately. Other Times It Stays With Me Repeating Itself Until The Sun Rises And It'S Then That I Put Pen To Paper. What Annoys Me The Most Is My Inability To Remember Any Of My Writings. I May Remember A Line Or Two But No More. I Have Been Writing Since 1999 Although I Did Jot Down A Few Lines In 1971 To My Then Fiancée Penelope After I Was Conscripted Into The Australian Army. We Married In 1972 And Still Love Enjoy And Cherish The Company Of Each Other. I Have Compiled These Writings So That In Years To Come My Children Grandchildren And Any Thereafter Have An Insight Into My-Self And The Times That I Lived. It Will Give Them The Opportunity To Maybe Compare Their Thoughts With Mine. It Is With Pleasure That I Thank My Family For Their Support And Belief. But There Are Also Other People Without Whose Encouragement I Could Not Have Progressed This Far. My Wife'S Late Mother Bernadine Was My Greatest Fan. My Work Colleagues Sandra Casey Adam Sue-Ellen And Denise Were Always There With Feedback. I Hope Also That Anyone And Everyone Who Takes The Time To Read The Words That I Write Get As Much Pleasure Reading Them As I Do Writing Them.