What I Remember: Mrs. Cooper's Class

I remember this poem from 4th grade. Mrs. Cooper had a copy of it on a poster in our class.

The Eagle

HE clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson 

New Year's Resolution---Busted

My New Year's resolution for this blog is to post something every day. It's only January 2nd and I'm already busted!

So, to make up for my lack of a post on January 1st, here is a blessing for 2011~

May you know the sweetness of laughter,
And the quiet company of old friends,
May the sun shine on your doorstep
After the rainstorm ends,
May God bless you and keep you forever
Through valleys of dark and of light,
May joy wake you every morning,
May peace guard your heart every night~

Happy New Year!

Spring and Fall: To a young child

Márgarét, are you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves, líke the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow's spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

photo courtesy of Magnolia House