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.


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