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I have sons. My sons love poetry.
While I recognized that this was an anomaly among public schoolers, I had no idea it was unusual even amongst our homeschooling brethren. Poetry, it seems, isn’t considered relevant in these days of textese and emojis; it defies the practicality test, too. Why spend time rolling a string of pretty words in your mouth when everyone else is racing to get as few characters as possible onto a screen? Why engage a page of text that doesn’t get right to the point when there are eight billion other academic subjects vying for your attention? Why force your teenage son to read poetry when frankly, he hates it?