Sam Lewis has kept a journal and written poems all of his life. While studying literature and writing in college, he realized that all his favorite writers were writing poetry even within their prose. He believes that sometimes the only way you can say a thing is by using poetry. He lives on the yawning Illinois prairie. On an autumn bicycle ride, he watched a murmuration moving in a dark sky over a harvested corn field. He tried to write a poem to capture it, but it was only when he got the words moving on the page that he thought the poem looked right. A poem must look right on the page. A poem must sound right when read aloud.
