Again, very much enjoyed another volume of McKuen's poetry. Very easy read; not quite as melancholy as the other volume I read. Again, found something quite timely -- Children One and All contains this poignant line: "Some of us go right on a-preachin',/without making too much sense./Some of us hide behind a wall,/some behind a fence./But at night you can't tell picket fences/from bricks that tower tall./Then we're only children,/children one and all." ( )

I first came across Rod McKuen in high school. I don't know why it's been so long since I read his work - it's always lovely. His work isn't for everyone. It's very free verse, and, to my mind, my experiential than symbolic. This book feels very true to me, in ways I don't think I can articulate. ( )

Christmas present from my sister Betsy in 1969. I was totally hooked on this guy! ( )