He possessed great words. Blocks
of released thoughts, the granite
of wisdom. His words took flight,
escaping the boundaries of conversations,
creating a new understanding between
the lines of ordinary sentences.
Like spring blossoming, he opened the
pedals of stories, heating the imagination,
striking the iron of curiosity.
His posture presented authority. His tone
confidence. He was best known to the
children. They sat nearby, leaning in,
laughing with wide eyes.
He is never forgotten. His stories are
presented to the next generation.
Roger Singer 