The Poetry of James West
Born in the fifties, I spent my early years growing up on a farm surrounded by the flowing hills of the Southdowns in the United Kingdom. I had lost the sight in my left eye, but losing it so early on in life never became a burden, I guess you never miss what you never really had.
A farmer’s son, I was raised and inevitably began my first working years at the age of fifteen, working alongside my father on the farm. With the need for better money I eventually left the farm and became a construction worker, and then bought my first motorbike. Several years followed with the age of the motorbike, and though many things happened throughout our lives, good bad, happy and sad, the motorbike years were one of the happier times, which sadly ended in 1974 when I collided with a truck leaving me hospitalized for several months with a leg broken in three place, a shattered wrist, broken ribs and fractured skull.
It was during this time of recuperation that I began to write, and it fast became an enjoyable pastime for me. I write mainly western, so in 2003 i moved to the United States to be closer to what I write most about. Living in the Idaho Panhandle has brought forth my first western series, Amity Wales, though poetry will always remain close to my heart, it is a form of expression that can come from deep within your soul.
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