Mrs. Kitchens, I have always liked this poem-probably because I like to swing. I am praying for you, and here's hoping that you feel like swinging soon!
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown— Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
This is the first poem that made sense to me. As a child, I lived in Alaska and the summer nights were very long. In the evenings, all the kids in the neighborhood would gather to play Hide and Seek, Red Rover, and Mother May I, and I can still hear my mother calling me to "come home" not for supper mind you, that had been hours earlier, but it was bedtime. Oh, how I hated going to bed when the sun was still shinning. This is for Laura and for many more long summer evenings:
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see The birds still hoping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?
Y'all hear my fingers snapping!!!! Thanks for the sharing and writing your poems. This is fun! I swear I'm snapping just like all the other people reading this blog. I also have on a beret and sun glasses on as I read them...but I'm not smoking. Keep um coming!
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
(not a poem, but definitely one that deserves some snaps)
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
Here is a poem I found that I like a lot. Hope you do too.
"Answer to a Child's Question" Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linner and thrush say, "I love and I love!" In the winter they're silent - the wind is so strong; What is says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather, And singing, and loving - all come back together. But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he- "I love my Love, and my Love loves me!" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
APPLES Crispy, Juicy, ripened be the sun Picking apples is oh so fun Climbing the branches, swaying in the breeze The sun makes a shadow from the leaves Going up the old gnarly tree I spot a red, shiny apple, just for me I sit on the grass, underneath the sun Picking apples, one by one Why in this orchard, oh so happy? I’m with the apples and the apples are with me! The trees are sitting, quietly in the sun Then a breeze picks up and they are having fun! Their dancing, their swinging, Their jumpin' all around, All those apples seem to Bounce all 'round. red, green and yellow, too All those apples are for me and you!
Original Poem ~Anna Martin~ (their friend) ~Sarah Chute~ ~Hannah Chute~
COZY WINTER The snow is falling on the ground Gently. The cheer and laughter from the cottage Joyfully The howl of the wolf to the moon On a crisp, clear winter’s night. The moon reflects, Shimmering On the cold icy lake A bird takes off from an evergreen tree. The laughter from the cottage Sends a shout to foxes, Who jump out of their Cozy Dens. The snow falling on the ground… A bird takes off from an evergreen tree. ~Sarah~Anna~
I am so very impressed by the original poetry! Also, for me to know your background and personalities makes the poems even more meaningful. Again...SNAP, SNAP, SNAPPING away!!!!!!!!!
I cherish the laughs, movies and time we share. Most people prefer a chair.
You prefer the corner heater. Remember how Mama would let us lick the beaters?
Sister love is like a dove. Ever flying above.
The Italian restaurant in the attic was fun. A checkered table cloth.and wine bottle candle holder and we were done. You played Peter, even though I loved Davy. Your hair was straight. Mine was wavy.
Wine and honey bath? You make me laugh.
Sister love is like a dove. Ever flying above.
Carrie, you and I, love to laugh and giggle. Sometimes the giggle makes my belly wiggle.
You are a good sport. You look good bald too. I love you! (And I love Carrie).
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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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!
Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Laura, Happy Birthday to you. I haven't dropped off the face of the earth....I just fell behind the power curve....Thinking about you and sending lots of good vibes! Have a very special birthday!
I love it Clif! SNAP, SNAP, SNAP! Also, thanks Margie, but it's not my birthday. I figured you were doing basketball and student government stuff while passing grandmotherly advice on to your children.
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In memory of Papa and
in honor of Laura:
Hattie was in the garden
hoein' 'round the 'maters.
Hattie ran 'round the huckleberry bush
And I hit her in the eye with a tater.
<3 (text for a heart)
Mrs. Kitchens,
I have always liked this poem-probably because I like to swing. I am praying for you, and here's hoping that you feel like swinging soon!
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Lewis Stevenson
I love you and your family!
Laura Pate
This is the first poem that made sense to me. As a child, I lived in Alaska and the summer nights were very long. In the evenings, all the kids in the neighborhood would gather to play Hide and Seek, Red Rover, and Mother May I, and I can still hear my mother calling me to "come home" not for supper mind you, that had been hours earlier, but it was bedtime. Oh, how I hated going to bed when the sun was still shinning. This is for Laura and for many more long summer evenings:
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hoping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Robert Louis Stevenson
faith
faith is a word that you mean to me,
a small little thing you have proven to be
from the day we first met she has been,
the most positive person i have met since then
her love for everyone is aparent and true,
she will do all she can to take care of you
a teacher she is, a teacher i am going to be,
i want to make a difference in a life like she has to me
she is my inspiration and i pray everyday,
that she keeps fightin her hardest in every way
GOD give her the strength that she has taught me,
to look fear in the eyes and say poo-wee!
ive made it over an 8 foot wall,
with the hands of those who wouldnt let me fall
she said you can do it and i started to cry,
but i still pushed through and made it to the other side
cancer is the wall, so mind-blowing, so big, so terrifying,
but when you seek something, prayer can send you flying
i love you mrs. kitchens, you are my hero,
so kick cancers butt and have not fearo!
I LOVE YOU MRS. KITCHENS!!!!!!
LOOOOOVE,
pais
Y'all hear my fingers snapping!!!!
Thanks for the sharing and writing your poems. This is fun! I swear I'm snapping just like all the other people reading this blog. I also have on a beret and sun glasses on as I read them...but I'm not smoking. Keep um coming!
Sorry for the grammatical error in the above comment. I love you all!
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
"Attitude"
Charles Swindoll
(not a poem, but definitely one that deserves some snaps)
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
Sending all kinds of good vibes your way... both in metered and free verse. XOXO!
Here is a poem I found that I like a lot. Hope you do too.
"Answer to a Child's Question"
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linner and thrush say, "I love and I love!"
In the winter they're silent - the wind is so strong;
What is says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving - all come back together.
But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he-
"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Love you, mom!
SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, and more SNAPS! I love this!
From Hannah & Sarah:
APPLES
Crispy, Juicy, ripened be the sun
Picking apples is oh so fun
Climbing the branches, swaying in the breeze
The sun makes a shadow from the leaves
Going up the old gnarly tree
I spot a red, shiny apple, just for me
I sit on the grass, underneath the sun
Picking apples, one by one
Why in this orchard, oh so happy?
I’m with the apples and the apples are with me!
The trees are sitting, quietly in the sun
Then a breeze picks up and they are having fun!
Their dancing, their swinging,
Their jumpin' all around,
All those apples seem to
Bounce all 'round.
red, green and yellow, too
All those apples are for me and you!
Original Poem
~Anna Martin~ (their friend)
~Sarah Chute~
~Hannah Chute~
Another one sent with love from S & H:
COZY WINTER
The snow is falling on the ground
Gently.
The cheer and laughter from the cottage
Joyfully
The howl of the wolf to the moon
On a crisp, clear winter’s night.
The moon reflects,
Shimmering
On the cold icy lake
A bird takes off from an evergreen tree.
The laughter from the cottage
Sends a shout to foxes,
Who jump out of their
Cozy
Dens.
The snow falling on the ground…
A bird takes off from an evergreen tree.
~Sarah~Anna~
I am so very impressed by the original poetry! Also, for me to know your background and personalities makes the poems even more meaningful.
Again...SNAP, SNAP, SNAPPING away!!!!!!!!!
Here's one:
Over the fence--
Strawberries--grow--
Over the fence--
I could climb--if I tried, I know--
Berries are nice!
But--if I stained my Apron--
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear,--I guess if He were a Boy--
He'd--climb--if He could!
--Emily Dickinson
Sister Love
Sister love is like a dove.
Ever flying above.
I cherish the laughs, movies and time we share.
Most people prefer a chair.
You prefer the corner heater.
Remember how Mama would let us lick the beaters?
Sister love is like a dove.
Ever flying above.
The Italian restaurant in the attic was fun. A checkered table cloth.and wine bottle candle holder and we were done. You played Peter, even though I loved Davy.
Your hair was straight. Mine was wavy.
Wine and honey bath?
You make me laugh.
Sister love is like a dove.
Ever flying above.
Carrie, you and I, love to laugh and giggle. Sometimes the giggle makes my belly wiggle.
You are a good sport. You look good bald too.
I love you! (And I love Carrie).
Sisters. Yeah!
Cool man COOL! I dig! SNAP, SNAP, SNAP!!!!!!!!!
This is probably my favorite poem.
If - 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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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!
I hope you like it Mom.
I love you
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear Laura,
Happy Birthday to you.
I haven't dropped off the face of the earth....I just fell behind the power curve....Thinking about you and sending lots of good vibes! Have a very special birthday!
I love it Clif! SNAP, SNAP, SNAP! Also, thanks Margie, but it's not my birthday. I figured you were doing basketball and student government stuff while passing grandmotherly advice on to your children.
Kyle,
Look at the movement you started!
A poem was a great idea!!
-Carrie (Em's aunt)
i do not know you but my heart aches for you.I am battling cancer as well and if we are in this together we are not alone
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