Many of these sonnets (1-3) were written to a friend who, like me, is an Adirondacker in exile and likes to wax nostalgic about that upstate NY region. To share a sonnet is an experience that can sometimes outstrip speech. Some sonnets here reflect long ago experiences back East (30, 33) and others celebrate my new life here in Eugene, Oregon and the nearby Cascade foothills (21-23), other states (17, 18), or the Pacific Ocean (28, 29). Other sonnets were written to my wonderful wife (15, 16, 24-27) and one sonnet (14) came from a dream. Each sonnet is a workout, like a visit to mental gym, a stairmaster for the mind. Most of all, each sonnet is for you, the reader. In a world of infinitely complex forms, I hope you enjoy a return to the simplicity of the sonnet. Chuck Gibson