I was born and raised in the south so when I saw this I wanted to see if I could connect. Sadly, this missed for me. I'm not the biggest poetry person, so maybe I wasn't the right person for this. It brought me down; a lot of the pages are very grief ridden.

There are dreams in this collection. Dreams that remind the poet of people and experiences, places and emotions. Sometimes it isn't immediately clear to the reader which of these recollections are actual, and which are imagined. (Maybe the poet is thinking something similar.) This poetic account of a southern boyhood is a fairly quick read and highlights nature, sports, hunting, friendship, family. love and death. Mud and blood, deer and fish, baseball and shop class, Jesus and your best friend, fathers and grief... it's a memoir in verse.

I read this straight through in one sitting and enjoyed the entire collection. It strikes me that this particular book is one that you will want to share with your poetry-loving friends. More satisfying, though, is that you can also recommend it to the poetry skeptic and feel confident that it will surprise them and encourage them to seek out more poems for their future reading.