Poetry...for Both of Us!

I find myself growing more and more fond of poetry as I age. I wonder if that is natural for all people, or if I am a bit odd. This morning, I listened to the reading of a poem by Robert Service, ('The Cremation of Sam McGee'), by Scott Simon and Daniel Pinkwater on NPR and it was absolutely fascinating. The reading was from a book, I believe, aimed at young children. Well, I guess I remain a child at heart. Here is what I was able to snag off the NPR website:

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Laberge
I cremated Sam McGee.

God, I love language and poetry and the way words can make us cry and smile and laugh and weep! Words control us more than most anything can. I celebrate words!

The Service poem was wonderful. The reading by Pinkwater and Simon was intended to be a reading as children would hear it, I suppose. I love it! I don't care that adults would snip and snarl at my assessment.

I hope I have lots more time in this world. Some days, I feel it is too much for me, but today I feel like I want to start it all over from when I was 15. I would change alot, of course, but mostly I would involve more people and let more people into my inner circle.

Poetry, it's what's for living!