and post notes and photos about your poem like Cary Snowden.
I used to help my dad as a hoddie. He would tell me stories as I shoveled "mud" for him and climbed bricks up the scaffolding. He would ask me whether the mortar kept the bricks together, or apart. After considerable discussion on many occasions, we agreed it was... both. Regardless of which, it was an interesting way for me to learn that you can see things in different ways.