Unconfined by academic formalities, uncaged by the minds of writers, unbounded by its potentialities, poetry has to be one of my favourite things to teach. Most, I think, might think of Shakespearean pentameter, and ending doublets, rhythmic ta-ta-tee as was learned in our Kindergarten classes, and is still taught today. Others might think of Poe’s The Raven, its long narrative spooky still, especially when read aloud, just as it was in the mid-1800s. Or just as likely, Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham Continue reading
It’s a day of reflection. No doubt there are hundreds, probably thousands of dedications across the Net to honour those who have sacrificed their lives so that we could do simply this –sit on our behinds and blog. Ok, I jest a tad. My honest gratefulness for all who have fallen, including those who have served around the globe and live to tell their tales, is no less true. Thank you to family members living and gone who gave themselves for our freedoms today. To family, like Unk, who wore his uniform proudly and helped to maintain peace. For Pop-in-law, who equally served within our borders. To friends, like Jim, who press on in their duties out of service standing by our veterans, for having been one who served too, ensuring they receive the respect they deserve. It’s people like that who remind me actively how important it is to take a moment beyond our annual Remembrance Day and make our gratitude a daily practice. Lest we forget, indeed.