Truth and pleasure are united in these poems because of those memories which stand out in my life.They are velvet and homespun, cloudwalking and earthwalking. I could not still the little rhymes that kept popping in my head; I decided to put them down on paper. There is whimsey too; it kept creeping in so I let it stay because what is life without a little nonsense? Granted, they are not great lines but, if as has been said, 'poetry is a holiday of the mind' - then I've had a celebration. Take them; they are yours - a keepsake. Alice Mann