Each of the poems in this book, while inspired by the town I have lived in for the last 50 years, is not necessarily only about Eatontown. As with all poetry, readers are free to make their own associations, as I made mine when I wrote these poems. My surroundings many times inspire me. My 119-year-old house, with its front porch, hardwood floors, and bullseye mouldings, shaded by old growth trees; my neighborhood, populated with old houses (some built in the late seventeenth and eighteenth centuries) and the triangular “vest pocket” park at the end of my street, and Wolcott Park just two blocks away, all inspired me to take a closer look at my surroundings, and to write about them.