Several months ago, I promised to re-write a poem. I thought it would be easy. I thought it would flow from my pen the way prose can (I often start drafts on paper still). I thought it would fly from my
I'll be honest: I found Mr. Rogers boring as a kid. I preferred Mr. Dressup, not knowing that they were indeed very good friends.
A few years ago, I caught an episode of Arthur where Mr. Rogers made a cartoon appearance.