“My mother had five sweet normal wholesome children; then I was born.” The poet Archibald Rutledge smiled when he said this, but he was indeed a precocious child, and so not really “normal.” When he was only three years old, he told his mother that he had “made a poem.” I saw a little rattlesnake too young to make his…
Karen StokesSeptember 8, 2025



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