From the Author - Don Tocco
Welcome! 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
“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
the Sands of Time
The 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.