[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


The day came slow, till five o' clock
by Emily Dickinson


The day came slow, till five o'clock
Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills


The purple could not keep the east,
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.


The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).


The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!

[tomkow6]

Morning, Ms Feather!

[Lady Jag]

I found a tiny starfish

I founfd a tiny starfish in a tidepool by the sand I found a tiny starfish and put him in my hand An ity-bity star-fish no bigger than my thumb a wet and goldern starfish belonging to no one I thought that I would take him form the tidepool by the sea and bring him home to give to you loving gift from me But as I held my starfish his skin began to dry without his special seaside home my gift to you would die I found a tiny starfish in a tidepool by the sea I hope whoever finds him next will leave him there like me And the gift I've saved for you the best that I can give I found a tiny starfish and for you I let him live Jessica Orrillo