I had a mother who read to me
sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer that I you can never be
I had a Mother who read to me.
By: Strickland Gillilan.
Este es un Blogger cuyo objeto, sustancial, radica en compartir, dar a conocer algunas de las obras literarias de Mario Polanco Santos y otras de los autores de su afinidad. Puesto que la globalización, del mundo actual, y la tecnología nos han alcanzado; nadie puede, ipso facto, adoptar una actitud reacia ante el debate, la aportación personal (ideas, propuestas…) en el Internet y las múltiples redes sociales. “Tienes que amar la lectura para poder ser un buen escritor..." (Carlos Fuentes)
