Paul has long been a poetry buff, and one thing he enjoys is teaching poetry to whichever of the kids seem interested at the moment. Mostly as a stalling tactic, I think, Finn enjoys spending some time quoting poetry with Daddy at bedtime. I was able to capture him saying parts of 2 different poems the other night, although he did get a bit silly since the camera was pointed his direction. Have you ever seen anything so sweet?
The Tiger by William Blake
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.