From the Author - Don ToccoWelcome! And thank you for stopping by. I am so pleased to have the book completed, and hopefully, you are planning on investing in your very own copy.
Here is a question for you, the reader, to ponder, taken from an excerpt of the book: In truth, we are each engaged in our own unique journey thoughout our lifetime. Have you started planning the details of your art of the journey? - Feb 2012 Reviews“The truisms and beauty of Don Tocco’s poetry expresses the thoughts, feelings and the endless expressions of emotions felt from time to time by all of us. I found the poems to be compelling and pertinent to my own life.” “The Art of the Journey is a testament to the distinction of its creator. Like Don, it is focused on those things of greatest importance, such as love, friendship, and the worth of a man. It is a noble endeavor.” “Picasso said, ‘Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.’ We thank you, Don Tocco, for sharing your diary with us. A peek into your soul does wonders for ours.” “As TV’s Wyatt Earp, a U.S. Marine Corps drill instructor, and founder of Hugh O’ Brian Youth Leadership, I know what a Top Gun truly is. Don Tocco always gives from the heart. Read Art of the Journey, understand, and be inspired.” Finney High School - Students Review“I would like to keep this book be-cause I am also a poet, and it brings ideas to my own work. It gave a message in every poem. It has a hook that pulls me in.” “I would definitely recommend this book to others. This book has the power to spark interest in all. I feel it has something for everyone.” “I would love to keep this book because it’s so positive and truthful! I was very inspired by the poem Black. Even though my skin is black, I am a child of God.” “The most inspiring part of the book for me was the author’s positive self-esteem.” Read the rest of the Finney High School Reviews
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 Purchase Art of the Journey the Sands of TimeThe shifting sands of time,
That bury the poet and his rhyme; The greatest structures lose their height, As the sands creep on the winds of night. Loud voices scream and shout, But the brightest star will go out; The hardest metals will rot and peel, As into their pores the sand will steal. You know the sands will crawl and shift, They will bury the most treasured gift; Blanketing all and taking their toll, But alas! Never to touch the lighted soul. |
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