This was inspired at a Big Lots. I was picking up a journal to record my poems, and a child cried for one thing or another and the 1st two lines I had to get down quickly, so I ran to my truck and jotted them down quickly in my new journal and when I got back to my desk, the rest just fell out on the paper.
Memories of a spell in the old Tubericular Hospital,as a child,first recolections of the power of thought, and the feeling of security,brought about by the tree.Gobowen is now a World renowned Hospital.