The day they knew
Was in the 50\u2019s I think, when
On the Sunday drive to
Nowhere families took back then<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While gazing out a window
At a Maxfield Parrish sky
I yelled to my father to
Stop the car and he did
Asking \u2018What?\u2019
Or maybe \u2018Why?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And at the sight of such obvious beauty
In silhouette against the fading light
I replied: \u201cLook at that tree!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was then that they knew
The kind of son their
Second son would be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nonetheless, he admires the way poets can tackle the same unknowns of life that he as, but in a way that\u2019s more fun to read, and that sometimes rhymes.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The day they knewWas in the 50\u2019s I think, whenOn the Sunday drive toNowhere families took back then While gazing out a windowAt a Maxfield Parrish skyI yelled to my father toStop the car and he didAsking \u2018What?\u2019Or maybe \u2018Why?\u2019 And at the sight of such obvious beautyIn silhouette against the fading lightI replied: \u201cLook … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3096","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-NW","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3096","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3096"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3096\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3097,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3096\/revisions\/3097"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3096"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3096"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3096"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Don Sellitti is retired after a thirty-eight year career in research and teaching at a university. His publications number in the fifties, but all are in scientific journals and the closest thing to poetry in them is a well-turned phrase in the Discussion section.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n