My heart soars

My Heart SoarsBY CHIEF DAN GEORGE The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me.The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The faintness of the stars,the freshness of the morning,the dew drop on the flower,speaks to me.The strength of fire,the taste ofContinue reading “My heart soars”

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”

Strawberries

StrawberriesBY EDWIN MORGANThere were never strawberrieslike the ones we hadthat sultry afternoonsitting on the stepof the open french windowfacing each otheryour knees held in minethe blue plates in our lapsthe strawberries glisteningin the hot sunlightwe dipped them in sugarlooking at each othernot hurrying the feastfor one to comethe empty plateslaid on the stone togetherwith theContinue reading “Strawberries”

Eldorado

EldoradoBY EDGAR ALLAN POEGaily knight, A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song,In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of groundThat looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length,He metContinue reading “Eldorado”

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”

Crossing the bar

Crossing the Bar BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSONSunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.Continue reading “Crossing the bar”