Bard

During my interview, I asked Moon about his love for poetry.


“My sixth-grade teacher, Mrs. Ruth Mabus instilled in me my love for poetry.”

Crickets and tree frogs created a rhythmic cadence in the towering oaks as heels clinked against the boards of the long echoey hallway in the old white house facing the railroad tracks. On opposite ends, Othermother (Moon's Mom-my grandmother) and Jimmy, slowly walked forward exchanging places, eyes glued to the text they held in their hands. “Start again from the beginning.”

Aunt Patty recalls, “She would recite one line, your daddy the next, Longfellow, Keats, Poe. Your daddy had a gift. He could memorize entire long poems and he would never miss even a single word.”

Moon can also remember every minute detail of every fishing article he’s ever read, thousands over a lifetime, they are all sacred to him. And you should hear him recite, "The Cremation of Sam McGee"!


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