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     And so Sam Tyldsley wandered from our sight to find his way alone.  We know not where or why, nor even if the choice was his, but he is gone and often too he is forgotten. This is well for so was his desire.  He often said, "My poems are but halfway written.  The other half lies within the reader."¹⁸  This latter half he held most dear.  It surely survives his fame.
     Perhaps the most common criticism of Tyldsley is that he remained too anonymous, thus becoming too vague for readers to grasp any meaning in his words.  Perhaps, as some critics say, he dwelt too long on thoughts he could not express.  Perhaps he felt that details would make his work exclusive.  Maybe it was something he ate...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

       Peanut butter
       covered pizza
       in spicy sour cream.
       Tuna salad
       sandwiches
       with chocolate
       covered grapes.
       Wine cooler
       made with
       chocolate milk,
       smeared salad with
       ice cream.
       Loads
       of pickled
       frog's leg pie
       roasted chicken
       feathers.
       Eye of newt,
       hair of toad,
       and Uncle Jack's
       pajamas freshly shredded
       donkey's liver.-

        indigestion.¹⁹
 
 

        You made it to the end!  This song is "Strawberry Fields Forever" by Lennon/McCartney.  It was found at And in the Dark.