Entering the semi-large auditorium we took our seats. The clamor of those already seated around us had a sense of excitement about it. A feeling of something unexpected, or at least not fully understood. Our night with David Lee was began. As his introduction finished, my opinion of him still unformulated. Being uncertain what this graying man was like, I watched patiently. Seemingly a hardened gentlemen, his first few moments were in silence. As he opened his mouth, I expected chilling words. What came out was, "boy am I nervous". Immediately I knew this night held more to it than what was on the surface.
Closing my eyes as he read, carried me away with his words. Imagining myself in his desert storm, let me picture the coming rainbows. Resembling the poetry of Robert Frost he captivated his audience, and left us expecting more. The treat of spending a night with a poet master was awe inspiring. All who left, felt a little more cultured and intellectual.
Closing my eyes as he read, carried me away with his words. Imagining myself in his desert storm, let me picture the coming rainbows. Resembling the poetry of Robert Frost he captivated his audience, and left us expecting more. The treat of spending a night with a poet master was awe inspiring. All who left, felt a little more cultured and intellectual.
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