Like Robert Frost before him, Jim Metcalf was a poet whose commentaries on everyday objects and encounters offer a keen insight into man and nature. Compiled by his wife Mary Ann after his death, these poems appear exactly as they were written for television and are intended to share with the reader a rich legacy of love, hope, and understanding. In words that seemed created to go together He fashioned music fit for angel voices. At times fragile . . . delicate as gossamer . . And then in changing mood to fit a sudden passion, They would explode like midnight thunder Echoing through craggy canyons In some desolate and silent land . . . From "The Poet"