Learning Icelandic

One of my all time favorite people just sent me this note, and even though I put it into my forever folder, I thought I’d post it here for you. He is a good poem. His name is DOUG.

While visiting the National Museum
of Iceland we viewed a special
exhibit about
the History of Their Labor Movement.
I picked up this catalogue
with you in mind.
There were two
editions. One
in English the other
in Icelandic.
When I returned, I realized
I reached for the wrong
language. The story
is told in pictures too.
I know you are
an advocate of ADULT EDUCATION.
Your challenge will be
Icelandic 101
in Night School.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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