April Rain Song

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

 

( This is perfect for me this rainy Monday Morning....it's just that it's the first day of October and not April. I hope Langston Hughes helps you to a good start on this day...;)

Native American Poetry

I discovered the beautiful writings of the Native Americans. Although most are meant to be as prayers i couldn't help but look at it as a poem. Where i live used to be major hunting grounds for the Cherokee Indians....so i feel sorta connected in a way with the life and culture that has long been gone from our land.

~Cherokee Prayer~

As I walk the trail of life
in the fear of the wind and rain,
grant O Great Spirit
that I may always walk
like a man

Quotes

Found some very intresting quotes/pictures from unforgettable writers.

So....not knowing whom 'created' the pictures i regret to inform you i have no names to credit where credit is due......

Some Quotes to Help Pass the Moment....

"It takes solitude, under the stars, for us to be reminded of our eternal origin and our far destiny. - Archibald Rutledge-

“Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.”
― Walt Whitman

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Langston Hughes

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Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Path that Leads to Nowhere...

Corinne Roosevelt Robinson (1861-1933)
THE PATH THAT LEADS
NOWHERE

THERE'S a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows,
And beneath the silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows
Where the early violets lean.

Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Has no end and no beginning—
Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the wind-flowers and the lilies
Yellow-striped as adder's tongue,
Seem to satisfy my pathway
As it winds their scents among.

There I go to meet the Springtime,
When the meadow is aglow,
Marigolds amid the marshes,—
And the stream is still and slow.
There I find my fair oasis,
And with care-free feet I tread
For the pathway leads to Nowhere,
And the blue is overhead!

All the ways that lead to Somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the Struggling and the Striving,
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
Joy and Beauty are its goal,—
On the path that leads to Nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul!
(Cool fact, that 'i' didn't know...Corinne Roosevelt Robinson was the sister of United States President Theodore Roosevelt.