For six years Pisgah and the Rat in the Blue Ridge Mountains, where the woods would be white with dogwood in the spring and the gold of the oak in the fall, topped the view outside my window. Now, any mention of Pisgah or the Blue Ridge Mountains, revives memories of those years when I attended school there, and the people and experiences that shaped my life, that make them so special and dear to me. © by Bob Kimberly. Used here with the author's permission.

Bob Kimberly is living in Excelsior, Minnesota after 54 years in Bellevue, Washington where he worked and ran a horse farm with his wife. Bob loved poetry growing up and in school, but didn't really do any writing until after he retired and joined a creative writing class. Although he writes mainly for himself, he has self-published four collections of poems and numerous chapbooks used as Christmas presents for family and friends. His poems have also been published in a variety of journals.