Winter has come to the forest. The sun decided to grab a few extra winks of sleep. The animals and trees react. Working as a team they create a plan to bring light and warmth to their brand new day.

When you write every day. You begin to realize. The number of people that don't find enjoyment in writing. While sitting in a forest a turtle. Being Native American. It was my sacred circle. I was visited by a turtle. A creature that carried its home with him. On his back. He said, "Teach children how to write. But not in perfect form. Let their imaginations fly. Let them be themselves without ever being anybody else." So I created four stories dubbed: Mr. Poet and the Forest. Set sail across the Carolina's and appeared in elementary schools allowing school students to step away from structure and play with a writing instrument.