“Poetry will make your life infinitely better,” said a teacher.
“Take it with you in your heart and in your backpack.”
Most students scoffed.
This week five friends, ones who believed the teacher,
converged on a country road
and moved into a meadow
Up the hill they went with one purpose:
to read poems to each other as the sun went down.
The grass flamed out like shook foil.
The best part of all was walking in beauty as the night fell.
They continued eating and drinking the Precious words.
Has poetry made your life better? Or are you still skeptical about the teacher’s claim?