Life doesn’t frighten me

Life doesn’t frighten meBY MAYA ANGELOU Shadows on the wallNoises down the hallLife doesn’t frighten me at allBad dogs barking loudBig ghosts in a cloudLife doesn’t frighten me at allMean old Mother GooseLions on the looseThey don’t frighten me at allDragons breathing flameOn my counterpaneThat doesn’t frighten me at all.I go booMake them shooI makeContinue reading “Life doesn’t frighten me”

What life should be

What Life Should BeBY PATRICIA FLEMMINGTo learn while still a childWhat this life is meant to be.To know it goes beyond myselfIt’s so much more than me.To overcome the tragedies,To survive the hardest times.To face those moments filled with pain,And still manage to be kind.To fight for those who can’t themselves,To always share my light.WithContinue reading “What life should be”

Golden daffodils

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-endingContinue reading “Golden daffodils”

A red, red rose

A Red, Red RoseBY ROBERT BURNSO my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry.TillContinue reading “A red, red rose”

A quoi bon dire?

A Quoi Bon Dire?BY CHARLOTTE MEW Seventeen years ago you saidSomething that sounded like Good-bye;And everybody thinks that you are dead,But I.So I, as I grow stiff and coldTo this and that say Good-bye too;And everybody sees that I am oldBut you.And one fine morning in a sunny laneSome boy and girl will meet andContinue reading “A quoi bon dire?”

Remember

RememberBY JOY HARJORemember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence ofher life,Continue reading “Remember”