Poetry runs through all cultures. I was lucky enough to be witness to some of the youth poets of Western North Carolina on this sunny Saturday afternoon. Each of these students spoke with meaning and heart and idealism and intellect…all of the adjectives you can use to describe a passionate teenager. Remember that? When nothing could stop you? The world was kneeling at YOUR feet and all that you could feel was the universe in your hands?
Thanks you guys. Your injection of youthful passion was well received.