Hope is the thing with feathers : Poem in Your Post

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

                     - Emily Dickinson

On my way to our state's Poetry Out Loud competition this morning to root for a ninth grader from my school who'll be performing this American classic, among other worthy poems.  

It's a perfect blue-sky day for a train ride along the water, a brisk walk to a lovely lunch, and an afternoon of poetry performances!

MFB,

L