I see mother's love of poetry, so she and her sister Anna Bell are called upon to do recitations. Me, I could never stop writing poetry. For reason at all, I'd write, toss it aside, and write more, feeling I just had to get it out of my system as young as I can remember. My thanks to Mr. Everly, who's memorable poetic performances will be with me for an eternity. I can still see him moving across the small church stage, turning to the side, uttering a few lines, turning again to face his audience before uttering his last stanza, and taking his final bow to a standing applause. I loved it! To my parents, in deep appreciation, especially mother-you were always there for us. I thank you!