I never used to write even a line of poetry.
In fact, I would go in the other direction:
avoid it unless there was no escape.

Then one evening I saw a programme about a poet from Wales.
Hearing one of his poems - and the music that accompanied it -
generated a song that would not stop until I sat down and wrote
a poem that very night.

A poem called Hallencoly Hill that became part of the collection known as Dances, Towers, Hills and Skies.

But there were some poems not included in the first book; that, combined with others from that time,
became what is now the Second Collection:

Places, Attempts and Inspirations.

Lets Begin :)