[Lady Jag]

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers                         That perches in the soul,                         And sings the tune without the words,                         And never stops at all,                         And sweetest in the gale is heard;                         And sore must be the storm                         That could abash the little bird                         That kept so many warm.                         I've heard it in the chillest land,                         And on the strangest sea;                         Yet, never, in extremity,                         It asked a crumb of me.                         Emily Dickinson

[MEG33]

Love it! Good afternoon. LadyJ..I am procrastinating on doing yard work!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL love the bird, a favourite poem too. Thanks.

[TASMANIANRED]

Newly hatched chicks are unlovely things to any other eyes but Mom’s.

[NicknamedBob]

Oh, Love!

The question you asked a moment ago?
You wanted the meaning of?
We were speaking of the basic things,
About life and living ... Oh, Love!

Yes, Love makes life worth living,
No matter your circumstance,
How dreary the world is around you,
Yet Love makes you want to dance!

The questing swain or suitor,
May seem like a court’s lost fool,
But love gives him grandeur and dignity,
At least that’s the general rule.

And Love in the basest family,
Ennobles the mom and dad,
To Queen and King of the Castle,
And a Prince of a sturdy lad.

I’m glad you asked me this question,
I’ve been wishing to share the truth of,
That wonderful blessing you’ve brought to me,
And the life-long treasures ... Oh Love.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 15, 2007