My love of poetry began with my maternal grandmother, who taught school in a one room schoolhouse in Indiana during WWI. She had the amazing ability to roll out a poem by memory each day--be it sunshine, rain, a flower, a hummingbird at the kitchen window--she could find the perfect words for the occasion. My mother and aunts treasured poetry as well and I feel blessed to have learned early about the power of words to inspire and uplift the heart.
So here is my first poem (edited for length...if you enjoy these verses you can find the entire poem online at http://www.eliteskills.com/c/375 ). I hope you enjoy it, and please pour a cup of tea and join me tomorrow! Until then, have a beautiful day.
The Day Is Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
...Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
|My grandmother with my cousin Brenda (on the right) and me|