Rave on, Keith. This is so poignant and powerful. I'm not sure Mitch has the rhythm to pick up the sweet cadence of your poem, but he can still hear, and somewhere there is a heart and soul. I propose to swing by and pick you up and we'll drive down to Kentucky, read it to Mitch, and say hello to Lisa! I say Kentucky, because I sense Mitch would hear a little more clearly there.
Rave on, Keith. This is so poignant and powerful. I'm not sure Mitch has the rhythm to pick up the sweet cadence of your poem, but he can still hear, and somewhere there is a heart and soul. I propose to swing by and pick you up and we'll drive down to Kentucky, read it to Mitch, and say hello to Lisa! I say Kentucky, because I sense Mitch would hear a little more clearly there.
Rave on, Keith. This is so poignant and powerful. I'm not sure Mitch has the rhythm to pick up the sweet cadence of your poem, but he can still hear, and somewhere there is a heart and soul. I propose to swing by and pick you up and we'll drive down to Kentucky, read it to Mitch, and say hello to Lisa! I say Kentucky, because I sense Mitch would hear a little more clearly there.
Oh please do!!
I love this idea: roadtripping from New England to Kentucky to pitch to Mitch and play with Lisa!