Saturday, September 19, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
The Hill,
the Afternoon,
Squirrel,
Eclipise, the Bumble-bee,
Nay – Nature
is Heaven.
Nature is
what we hear,
The
Bobolink, the Sea,
Thunder, the
Cricket
Nay, -
Nature is Harmony.
Nature is
what we know
But have no
art to say.
So impotent
our wisdom is
To Her
simplicity.
~ Emily
Dickinson
Labels:
Nature Thought for Today,
Poetry,
Seasons.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
JOIN US ~
Reading Thursday, September 17, 1:00 p.m.
John Passfield
Ospringe: A Visit with Grandad
The story is set in Southern England in Kent. Two children growing up in the 20s sharing stories with their grandad. Reading and discussion. "Coffee pot's always on..."
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
A THING OF BEAUTY
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
~ JOHN KEATS (1795 - 1821) English romantic poet
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
~ JOHN KEATS (1795 - 1821) English romantic poet
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