In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

* C.S. LEWIS, J.R.R. TOLKIEN, SHERLOCK HOLMES, G.K. CHESTERTON, N.D. WILSON, AND P.G. WODEHOUSE, ARE ENCOURAGED

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A Swallow Tale

“Read this book” my mother said
Advice to take and so I read
She read me first a footnote penned
By Arthur Ransome, now my friend
Enchanting me in such a way
I flew to find what else he’d say
Discovering soon that not to fly
But sail was the thing, and also why

Adrift in adventures, marooned in the spell
I practiced my campfires, befriending the smell
The points of a compass, like Northwest-by-West
I practiced with wind, and did my best
To talk like a Swallow; tack and reef
And pemmican tins—not corned-beef
What natives call lemonade, now is grog
—And how to write a sailor’s log

The D’s convinced me to learn Morse code
And Roger: to “Indian” round the road
The halyards now are familiar to me
As Captain Flint and Timothy
I’m also learning Semaphore
And quite at home with sailboat-lore
So to these books who’ve stood the years
I now pronounce Three Million Cheers!

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