Shu is introducing our little 2-year-old granddaughter to poems - here is one he is teaching her, and she is beginning to recite it:

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.”

She is so cute walking around the house saying, "The sun was warm..." I think it makes her feel like a "big girl" that she can remember a poem.

Hey, Bob, how about a few of your poems?