How cool to not edit-out your four-year-old kid’s interjection regarding poetry. He didn’t try to respond directly to your question, “Do you like crazy poetry or farm poetry?” Carter went outside the box and thought for himself: “I like nice poetry.”
Mighty fine piece, Bill. As you spoke, I spied you via my mind’s eye, lounging in a state of dishabille. You, possibly an index finger tapping aside your nose, thinking at length how best to ameliorate our understanding of poetry; how to encourage a sort of ephemeral revelation in our lives. And in pops Carter.
“Nice poetry.” Yeah.
Kudos to young Carter.
Life revealed.
How cool to not edit-out your four-year-old kid’s interjection regarding poetry. He didn’t try to respond directly to your question, “Do you like crazy poetry or farm poetry?” Carter went outside the box and thought for himself: “I like nice poetry.”
Mighty fine piece, Bill. As you spoke, I spied you via my mind’s eye, lounging in a state of dishabille. You, possibly an index finger tapping aside your nose, thinking at length how best to ameliorate our understanding of poetry; how to encourage a sort of ephemeral revelation in our lives. And in pops Carter.
“Nice poetry.” Yeah.
Kudos to young Carter.
Life revealed.