I swam over the North Pole.
I sat on Mt Everest, there to skim stones
In tropical springs.
I fished for Marlin over the Sahara.
These ancient names, hold
They are dead to me.
I held dust, said to be that of
Pyramids, from time-worn civilizations;
Difficult to prove
Though, I cling onto this fragment anyway,
Like some may well do,
For my name, etched,
Onto this pebble.
Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called Twist and Twist Again, which is a collection of Twister poems, a form he created.