The Garden Girl

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Living - Life - Simply - I garden some, write a little, and enjoy sharing a view - feel free to leave a view of your own.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sunday's Poetry Offering

My Sunday Poetry offering:

Emily Dickinson's


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.

And the sweetest in the gale is heard;
And some must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest lands,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

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