by James Gould
Stream stones whisper
As soft rain patters
And path gravel crunches.
New flowers bow
To ancient twisted trees.
Calming my thoughts.
James Gould, since retiring after 34 years of patent litigation, has pursued non-legal writing in many genres, including travel, self help, short story and children’s stories. Present projects include a memoir and a screenplay. He also loves travel and City culture.