“Let us now praise famous men.” I know. The book’s already been wrote. Here is a poem, almost a sonnet no less — to tell you what’s really going on. See, the families featured were not famous at all. It was an inside joke. Poor as dirt white tenant farming families replaced
Very moving, thoughtful, sad—Raymond, I love the way your poems flow from your thoughts—as good an example of interior monologue as you could want