Second Nature by Clannad

To a son it is given
Some dusty strings from the wall
Fingers touch and he plays a tune
It's a mighty air
You know the heart is there

It hides from the outside
And it shines from within

A ready pen for a picture
Fine scribes lead the way
Focus lens direct eyes that see
The gifted hands
Through timeless sands

It hides from the outside
And it shines from within

When nature takes you for a stroll
Down an avenue with so much soul
Pleasure, gifts and the ornaments
The creation found "in the moving cloud"

It hides from the outside
And it shines from within

The kind that keep holding on
And it shines within
Second nature

I won't place my self in the same league as any great writer, but I do enjoy writing. I write poetry, short stories, essays (of various types), and just plain old ramblings. I started writing as a young child; my style is probably much the same, though hopefully more mature.

I write to help me deal with things, to share my ideas of how to make things better, or just to help me think through things or explain how I see the world. Some times, I fancy that I may some day write a popular book, but as time goes on, I become less and less interested in that. However, I still do wish to share some of what I have written, the links at the top of this page are to vairous things I have written. Hopefully, it is a good sampling, though far from exhaustive.