Poesy and Memorial Day
When I was young, my grandparents made me a deal: Five bucks for every poem I could memorize and recite from a book of poetry they gave me that Christmas. It was an astonishing amount of money at the time, … Continue reading
When I was young, my grandparents made me a deal: Five bucks for every poem I could memorize and recite from a book of poetry they gave me that Christmas. It was an astonishing amount of money at the time, … Continue reading