Where The Heart Is

“Things get spilled, the “TO DO” list is endless, and grows sprouts like neglected old potatoes.” So writes Charles William Golding in one his poems about living in February. To read his poetry is to enter his life, meet his family and friends, wander through his wife’s personally sculptured wild English country garden, visit with him in his early life in his native Virginia, and share the wonders of life in the Pacific Northwest. In all his poems he also sprinkles them with a subtle sense of humor, and quite frequently a different perspective of views enhanced by living abroad for long periods of time in London and Spain.