“Over my slumbers your loving watch keep. Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!” This lovely verse is from the poem, “Rock Me to Sleep” , which was first published in 1860. It was written for both pre-teens and mothers everywhere. There was, for many years, a controversy over the authorship of this poem. … Continue reading
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Poem: July at the Lake
July at the Lake July laughs, a joyous lilt that echoes across lakes in the evening. It billows, lifting sheets on country clotheslines. It bursts, ripe and warm and juicy like tomatoes. And it sparkles: just ask any kid who has chased it, squealing and barefoot, through a sprinkler. Hope you are enjoying the summer. kqd
Poem: Bless This House by Anonymous
BLESS THIS HOUSE Within these bright & solid walls, God holds a golden key; to rooms of safety, warmth & pride, a place called “family.” May all our days be filled with trust, nights blessed from up above, and as the years pass tenderly, may this roof shelter Love. From month to year… from friend … Continue reading
Poem: YAKBACKERS by K.Q.Duane
YAKBACKERS Men, there is a creature in our midst, who hails from Feminia. She looks and acts and chats like you, but do not be deceived. This being is no more like you, then apples are like frogs. She plays a farce for all to see, from which she is conceived. She dresses well, … Continue reading
Poem: Silence Profound by Colleen Shelver Keefe
SILENCE PROFOUND Quiet, soft and steady, Not a sound can be heard, Not a whisper of the wind, Not a call of a bird. A cold stormy night Let a blanket of snow And a silence as pure As a carved cameo. The snowy ground glistens, The air smells of pine. Trees webbed with hoarfrost … Continue reading
Poem: A Book by Emily Dickinson
A BOOK There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away, nor any coursers like a page of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take without oppress of toll; how frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul! by Emily Dickinson
Poem: The Purpose by Leo Rosten
The Purpose The purpose of life is not to be happy. The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all. Happiness, in the ancient, noble version, means self-fulfillment and is given to those who use it to the fullest, whatever talents God … Continue reading