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The Denver Post, Thurs. Dec.11, 1975 p.57

PHOTO (Denver Post Photo): A man (Michael Smith) lies in his bed, wrapped in his sheets. He looks soulfully up at another person leaning over him.

Caption reads: Mike Smith when he was confined to bed. Despite ravages of illness, he was able to write.

Mike's Postcript: Poems in Print

Michael Smith of Denver, a 21-year-old victim of muscular dystrophy, held firmly to the dream that one day a book of his poems would be published.

That dream was realized this week — about 2.5 months after Mike died at the place he called home, the Atlantis Community for the handicapped in Denver.

At that time, a manuscript of Mike’s poems was being circulated to publishers. The poems were written during Mike’s last seven years, when he was living in nursing homes and was unable to lift pen to paper but dictated the poems to friends.

A copy of the manuscript of his poems was cradled in Mike’s arms at his funeral and later when he was cremated.

Afterward, it was determined that the poems would be published privately, with all profits- after printing and selling costs- going to the Atlantis Community.

Mike’s book, titled "Companions" was published Monday and is available at bookstores and in book sections at department stores in downtown Denver and outlying areas, as well as at the Colorado University Extension Center and Metropolitan State College Bookstores.

Mike lived long enough to hear the tribute paid to his poems by Thomas Hornsby Ferril of Denver, who recently was named Colorado's Centennial poet.

Some of the perceptions and imagery in the poems are "near genius," Ferril said after reading the manuscript.

Mike's book contains 32 poems, many of which are dedicated to Mike's companions- the handicapped persons he had known in nursing homes and later at Atlantis.

In his last months, Mike progressively weakened and was confined to bed, depending to a great extent on an oxygen tank to ease his breathing.

Despite the ravages of his illness, Mike was able to write affirmatively:

"Our there in the blackness
is a porthole that reaches into the
worlds of brilliant light.
There are souls there
whose beauty reaches beyond any mortal eye "

And vowing to go beyond this, Mike wrote:

"like an arrow shot from a mighty bow,
I shall fly into the heart of the most holy of holies..
Home is where I'll be."

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