These are, as best as can be reconstructed, the poems written by David Davis during the largest part of his life. Presented in roughly chronological order, beginning when he was just a boy and going through his early seventies, they include the good and the bad and everything in between. Basically, they amount to a form of autobiography, with a lot of the facts left out. Many present his decidedly dry sense of humor and his odd way of looking at life; others are cries from the wilderness. Deceptively simple and clear, there is often a turn of phrase or line that gives you a kick in one part of the intellect or another.
