Interesting - the only poetry my father ever shared with me was Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass and Ogden Nash's ditty about fireflies. I enjoyed the Whitman poems, but not enough to actually remember any, but I still look up Nash from time to time. When I worked in a rubber tree research center in Thailand, I translated his ant poem into Thai because rubber trees are always crawling with ants, and we used formic acid to cure the latex into solid rubber sheets. Amazing how Nash can come in handy.