I have been reading the poems of Ed Oestreich with enormous pleasure. His keen and graceful eye examines a wide variety of human experience, encompassing the cycles of life, the vicissitudes of growing old, the small pleasures of nature and the roll of the seasons. These lovely poems, no matter what their subject, are somehow imbued with the quiet rhythm of life on the seacoast of Maine. I wholeheartedly recommend this wonderful book of poetry, FAR FROM HOME. NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLER LIST AUTHOR -Douglas Preston Author of The Monster of Florence and Cities of Gold In his book of poetry, Far from Home, Ed Oestreich has used ink wells" tears of collective memory to pen his verse. These poems are reminiscent of Emily Dickinson in elegance and style. Many of the poems speak of the melancholy loss of growing older-but always followed with words-of an exquisite "returning" in recollection. . . . Our tender dreams grow gray, entangling beards. And then, somehow,miraculously, the ices thaw and the fields again are green. The old calliope begins its siren song again and years and tiredness dissolve. It"s spring again! Far from Home is a spiritual journey. This reader is still on the slender torso of Mr. Oestreich"s "dragonfly to ride the winds to places . . . where only poets dare to go." -Kelly Patton Professional Theatre Director, Author