When I was little, my dad used to challenge me to memorize poetry; he had a memory of sitting around a campfire with a bunch of people, and one by one they had all pulled out instruments (guitars, harmonicas) to play songs, or had sung songs, or told stories or recited poems. He couldn't sing, or play an instrument, but he had a gift for storytelling like few others. He wanted us to be able to contribute in that same way, that amazing kind of night.
I still have his favorite book of poetry here with me.
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Date: 2010-05-05 01:53 am (UTC)I still have his favorite book of poetry here with me.