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Thoughts from an adult reader: Upon realizing who shaped and formed her---


I strolled along with Shakespeare,
beneath a full, midsummer's moon.
Caught fireflies with Steinbeck,
though our parting was too soon.

I hitched a ride on Twain's raft,
drifting lazily downstream.
Sipped sweet tea with Faulkner,
and lost my mind to dreams.

I took a quest with Tolkien,
he has such traveling friends.
Solved puzzles with Conan Doyle,
even the master can pretend.

I fell asleep with Hawthorne,
clutching tight to every breath.
Dreamt dark and twisted nights with Poe,
weeping soft for childhood's death.

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  1. I really enjoyed this.
    Classics have had such an impact on our lives.

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  2. Thank You! And, yes... Classics impact everything, even when we aren't aware of it :-)

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  3. An amazing collection of literary influences ... their works leave a long-lasting impression on us!

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  4. Believe it or not, we share many of the same classic influences. Great poem, too!

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  5. @ Mish-- Thanks! And, yes, the impression is a VERY long-lasting one!

    @ Milo-- I believe it! And, Thanks!

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  6. fantastic poetry.
    way to go!

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