Found this poem cleaning up my files.....

hollydolly said:
We had to learn that off by heart at school...
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Yup..me too and I bet you had to learn 'Ode to A Daffodil'
'I wandered lonely as a cloud.that floats on high o'er hill and dale......:love:

last verse.....
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
 
Mizmo said:
Yup..me too and I bet you had to learn 'Ode to A Daffodil'
'I wandered lonely as a cloud.that floats on high o'er hill and dale......:love:

last verse.....
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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I like Wordsworth?
 
That poem got me to thinking about the present. Time to watch rabbits running zig zag trying to "escape" humans invading their feeding. Pigeons darting thru the air in random flight. Or the rare thunder storm here. I opened the garage door to watch it rain.
Every day time to help prep a meal from scratch. Retirement is a gift.
 
Knight said:
That poem got me to thinking about the present. Time to watch rabbits running zig zag trying to "escape" humans invading their feeding. Pigeons darting thru the air in random flight. Or the rare thunder storm here. I opened the garage door to watch it rain.
Every day time to help prep a meal from scratch. Retirement is a gift.
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Yes. The poem can be a reflection of past and present. People in general are so busy in this modern world.
A gentle reminder to stand and stare now and again.
 
I’m not standing and staring…I’m cogitating, yeah, that’s the ticket! That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! 😸
 
My ''English'' teacher at school was an American from either NC or SC , can't remember exactly now ... she was obsessed with Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


 
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.

But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy."


"I am too big to climb and play" said the boy.
"I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money"
"I'm sorry," said the tree," but I have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy."


And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a longtime....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy."


"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy.
"I want a house to keep me warm,"e said.
"I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?"

" I have no house," said the tree.
"The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy."

And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a longtime.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
"Come, Boy," she whispered,
"come and play."

"I am too old and sad to play,"
said the boy.
"I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?"

"Cut down my trunk
and make a boat," said the tree.
"Then you can sail away...
and be happy."

And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.

And after a long time
the boy came back again.
"I am sorry, Boy,"
said the tree," but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone."

"My teeth are too weak
for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone,"
said the tree. " You
cannot swing on them - "

"I am too old to swing
on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone, " said the tree.
"You cannot climb - "

"I am too tired to climb"aid the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree.
"I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry...."

"I don't need very much now," said the boy.
"just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired."

"Well," said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
"well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
 
Marcy Sheiner said:
That Shel Silverstein poem is a favorite of my grandson's.
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Marcy we keep crossing paths here, If you think we are kindred souls I would like to give you my e mail addy. But I do not know how to do that here without letting everyone know my address Does anyone know how I can give my e mail addy to just one person"
 
hollydolly said:
My ''English'' teacher at school was an American from either NC or SC , can't remember exactly now ... she was obsessed with Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Oh, yes! Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is one of my two favorite of Frost's poems. He's my favorite American poet. The other favorite poem of his is The Road Not Taken:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
 
OregonGuy said:
Marcy we keep crossing paths here, If you think we are kindred souls I would like to give you my e mail addy. But I do not know how to do that here without letting everyone know my address Does anyone know how I can give my e mail addy to just one person"
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Just hover your pointer over the person's screen name. Click on "Start Conversation". That will private message the person you wish to contact.
 
ChiroDoc said:
Oh, yes! Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is one of my two favorite of Frost's poems. He's my favorite American poet. The other favorite poem of his is The Road Not Taken:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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My favorite poem of all time.
 

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