I Hope Spring is Just Around the Corner

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(photo credit: Terry Aldhizer)

Hope is the thing with feathers

Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

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.

Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face

Jack Prelutsky, 1940

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.

Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
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Some people experience melancholy at this time of the year,
but as this Ted talk explains,
the melancholy can enhance more joyful times. 

A Frog, A Stick by Jack Prelutsky

A frog, a stick
a shell, a stone
a paper clip,
a chicken bone.
a feather quill
a piece of string
a lady bug,
a beetle wing
a greenish wad
of bubble gum
assorted keys
and cookie crumbs.
a maple leaf,
a candy bar,
a rubber band
a model car.
potato chips,
and soggy fries
plus something
i can’t recognize.
a broken watch
a plastic cow…
that’s what’s inside
my pockets now.

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The word game above is from Jack Prelutsky at:
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Assignment: Write a poem. Make it funny. Make it rhyme.