Took my copy of Talking Turkeys off the shelf upon hearing of the death of its author, Benjamin Zephaniah, this evening. Possibly my favourite book of poems for kids. It's the general sense of warmth and generosity of spirit that makes it irresistible - in addition, of course, to the cleverly crafted poems within that speak in such a beguiling voice. Felt sad over the idea of the writer being silenced, and at such a relatively young age, but also some consolation in the certainty that he will continue to be heard and read.
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