I am a big fan of poetry. Seriously, I just love it. It all started when I was in first grade. Yes, I fell in love with poetry when I was six.
In my first grade class, when my teacher would be out we had a regular substitute teacher. Her name is lost to time for me, but her legacy will live forever.
Substitute teaching a class of six-year-olds must be one of the most difficult tasks one can undertake. But this substitute had it sorted. So long as we were good, kept the chaos to a minimum and listened, for the last half-hour of the day, she would read to us from Shel Silverstein. Make no doubt, I love Mr. Silverstein’s works – and will be passing this affection down to my children. But, the first time I heard her read about Being Eaten By a Boa-constrictor, I was set.
Mr. Silverstein’s works were silly and irreverent. They made my six-year-old mind think. How would Captain Hook pick his nose?
So I think I’m going to start putting some of my own poetry up here on the blog. Keep an eye out under the “Sundry Stories and Such” link.