A small town in Ontario Canada, a town so small that it would be called "The Boonies" or "The Sticks" is where I spent my life growing up, now all through out my life with anyone who has made it big they have always been from a big city. Nobody has been from the middle of no where. But that is where I have been growing up, in the hamlets that all you can see are trees or fields as far as the eye can see no matter what direction you look. The towns overlooked and forgotten by history that where at night you could hear coyotes howl.
For almost all of my life I never really did have any friends I always roamed around the places that I lived alone anytime people would see me they would see me roaming around all by my lonesome, perhaps I was loner perhaps that I was destined to be a loner for life who continued to keep things bottled up on the inside and never let anyone get close to me. Then the writing bug hit me:
About six years ago I decided to pick up a pen and began to express myself in the form of poetry, but of course not all of the poetry that I write is the same it all has been influenced by my thoughts and emotions at the time of writing it.
While dabbling into the art of poetry you will also see me and my wife Jessica dabble into a few other things ranging from music to fantasy sports. If I have a interest in it then you can best believe that I will be giving a good solid attempt at bringing that forth to share with the world to show everyone that ya boy from out in "the sticks" or from "the boonies" isn't somebody to be taken out of any situation no matter what I attempt.
K. C. Boone, MSFE
on Aug. 04, 2013 :
Here's your sign - keep writing.
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