The 4 Horsemen

They’re not who you think.

First, a little background—The acorn has not fallen far from the tree. My father and I share a love of poetry. Listen to him recite “The Cremation of Sam McGee,” and you, too, will fall under poetry’s spell. However, while I tend to steer toward free verse, Dad prefers some good old fashioned iambic pentameter, and toss in some rhyme while you’re at it.…