The 'phone rang, Doreen answered it and said It's for you! I took it and heard a voice I did not quite recognise singing a song I did not quite recognise. Not at first, anyway. But then, it wasn't a song, as it turned out, but my poem The Eagle and the Child which an old friend of mine from college days had taken the trouble to arrange for guitar and was singing down the 'phone line.
But more than that he had made two videos of it, one of him speaking it and one of him singing it to the guitar, and had put them both on YouTube.
Yet more: he had sent the links to his granddaughter who teaches a year 6 class and she was planning to incorporate them into her teaching.
I promise I am not letting this go to my head, but if anyone out there is interested, here are the links.
On the other hand, if reading it the first time was more than enough I shall perfectly well understand!
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