Poetry is good for you

A long time ago, when I was a lad of 10 or 11, there was no internet, cable TV, social media, or any of the other modern wonders. What I did have was the freedom to be a free range kid. I used that freedom to walk across town to the library. It was a sleepy, quiet place, and the librarian was nice and kind. Her name was Mrs B and she was incredibly old, probably 65 or so. She let me take out any book I wanted, even from the adult section, which was supposed to off limits. I read...

Poetry is good for you