Longfellow's Pace and Purpose
"The old man sat upon the dock. Bare feet could pat the water...Longfellow". My Dad used to recite this jokingly when converstaion came around to poetry. Mom was the rhymer. He told the gentle, amusing stories. Son number one is a strange combination of each. And a special love for Longfellow. Let's talk about him and his, and the time, places and faith portrayed.
