It was 1956 and Dongieux Foster was just a year out of high school and not yet aware of all the amazing adventures that were in store for him.. He couldn’t have known the good , the bad and all the obstacles he would face along the way.
Like his own father before him, Foster always needed a special quiet place where he could meditate and talk with GOD. At that time it was on his Grandmother’s pond, under a large oak on the east end of the levee.
Foster’s normal routine was to get his fishing gear (except bait) and when he arrived, he would prepare his fishing pole and hook and place the empty hook in the water. It was then that he would talk to God.
Foster knew there was nothing he could not tell Him because Foster knew He already knew of his problems and the decisions he would have to make. All Foster needed to do was ask.
On one of these sessions was when Foster wrote the following poem.