She Sat and Sang.......

SHE SAT AND SANG







by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)






HE sat and sang alway


By the green margin of a stream,


Watching the fishes leap and play


Beneath the glad sunbeam.






I sat and wept alway


Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,


Watching the blossoms of the May


Weep leaves into the stream.






I wept for memory;


She sang for hope that is so fair:


My tears were swallowed by the sea;


Her songs died in the air.

If by Rudyard Kipling

(My first post! For a while I couldn't get on here. ??)
This is my favorite poem of all time :)

If—

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Awesome

The Bridge Builder



This poem speaks of each generation's responsibilities to its successors.




An old man, going a lone highway,


Came, at the evening, cold and gray,


To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,


Through which was flowing a sullen tide.


The old man crossed in the twilight dim;


The sullen stream had no fears for him;


But he turned, when safe on the other side,


And built a bridge to span the tide.


"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,


"You are wasting strength with building here;


Your journey will end with the ending day;


You never again must pass this way;


You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide-


Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"


The builder lifted his old gray head:


"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,


"There followeth after me today


A youth, whose feet must pass this way.


This chasm, that has been naught to me,


To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.


He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;


Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."


Will Allen Dromgoole

Remember

A mirror on the wall,
a hole in the floor and some boards about to fall.
But this ramshackled building holds more then broken relics,
rotting floors,
theres something more then musty smells and the old grandfather clock in the corner that hasn't been working for years,
an old leather chair sits by the hearth and upon the mantlepiece sits a picture,
its frame cleverly carved by sensitive hands,
its all covered in dust and hasn't been touched for ages.
Beside that picture stands a wooden figure carved so long ago,
and as I take it in my hands and blow the dust that has gathered for so many year.
I still remember.

( This is not written by me...lol....this is written by my older sis. Kinsey. She has a blog( you should check it out..it's listed on our sidebar) And i was looking at her blog this morning and saw this , it was written a while back..... I just LOVED it.....lol and i hope she doesn't mind me putting it here! <3


Lightning Bugs


When I was young I remember thinking that the years would never pass. It felt as if one month lasted forever, and a year was like an eternity. I remember thinking that time would pass so slowly and I would never get to high school, or drive a car, or get a job. I felt as if I was stuck in the here and now forever. But now....it is so different. Now I can't even tell what the here and now is. It's as if I blink and another day has gone by. Months fly by, and with them years just disappear into the past. It's scary. It's like I see everything happening so fast, and I just want to slow it down but I can't. I feel like I'm on a rollercoaster that is speeding out of control, and I have no choice but to stay plastered in my seat with my white knuckles gripping the bar as we fly around the tracks. I'm not sure what causes this change. I remember how slow summer went by during my childhood. We would wake up every morning and plan our day....a few hours in the woods, run through the sprinklers when it was hot, stand barefooted on the scorching rocks in Mama's flower garden, sit lazily on the porch licking a popsicle and playing the car game, find worms for fishing, eat dinner, and then spend the rest of the evening catching lightning bugs in the front yard. I remember falling asleep with the bedroom window open and feeling the damp night breezes blow in through the screen and the sound of crickets ringing through the night. I didn't have a care in the world. Sure I thought about my future. But it seemed so far off that it would never come. And yet, here it is. That future I had been waiting for is here......and it's slipping by fast. I can barely keep up with the days, and before I know it another year has gone by. This summer just started.......and yet it's almost over. To think that this summer is my last summer in college is depressing to say the least. I guess I always think of myself as a kid, and it's hitting me hard that I am supposed to be an adult now. One year of college left, and then what? I just feel like life is passing me by, and I have somehow found myself on the sidelines just watching in disbelief as it races past me. I want to jump on and live it for everything it's worth. But I don't know how anymore. Maybe if I just let everything go and let myself be carried back to how life was ten summers ago.....I could find myself again. I could see that this life is really the same...it's just me that has changed. The days and hours don't pass any faster. There are still 60 seconds in a minute and 365 days in a year. It is my fast paced existence that causes me to lose track of my life. Can I go back? I would give anything to spend this evening on the porch listening to the tree frogs croak and the whipporwill singing. Just to go back to when every minute was cherished and life seemed endless. All I need is a jar, a clear summer night, and lots of lightning bugs.