About
the author:
Born,
David Cooper on 25 June 1947 in Buxton.
Buxton
is a small town in Derbyshire, famous for its water.
Probably,
because it rains for 360 days a year.
I had
a happy post war childhood and in terms of wealth we were probably considered
poor.
I
can’t remember ever going without anything though, and because 99% of the
population of the time were also poor, I had no reason to feel any different
from anyone else.
However,
in terms of love and happiness, my family were millionaires.
My
schooldays were some of the worst times I can remember.
My
secondary school was useless. The
teachers were rubbish and I left school feeling let down by the education
system.
After
I left school, I had numerous jobs and gained many qualifications in the school
of life.
Not
until I reached my mid forties did I knuckle down to re-educate myself to gain
academic qualifications. It took me all
those years before I gained enough confidence to prove my ex teachers wrong
when they said I was one of the “worthless unteachables”.
Since
then, I have gone on to being a teacher myself and the only thing I have to
thank my old teachers for, is to make me determined not to be like them.
I
have always taken an interest in historical literature, but only in recent
years, has poetry been a part of my life.
While
at a very low point in my life, I was advised by a friend to write down my
feelings, read and re-read them until I was no longer emotionally disturbed by
them.
For
some unknown reason, what I wrote came out in verse. They were my thoughts, but it was as if some
unseen hand was guiding me and showing me another way to express myself. I have always wondered if it was my mother
who was watching over me and decided to give me a helping hand to get my life
back on track.
My
poetry reflects my experiences, feelings, or anything that has given me
inspiration to write.
While
a lot of my poetry is an image of my life and thoughts, I would remind the reader
that:
“Every
poet has a master mariners certificate to navigate the seas of fantasy”
ER
