Benjamin Collins
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken
by ROBERT FROST
Num
My Katy and Candice-Sugar and Spice and Everything nice
Wishes and dreams,
She's more than she seems
Sippin' tea and playin' ball
Picks herself right up after a fall
Make believe and play pretend
Her imagination has no end
Strong and Brave and Sweet
and Smart describing her
That's just the start
Embrace yourself and watch out
For these amazing little girls
Moriah
Sunflowers
Sunflowers are filled with stories
and power that no individual discusses.
Therefore no one understands why
I love them so much
Reminding me of early morning sunrises
The moment when the sun is just above the trees.
With a hue so bright, they instill happiness into my soul.
Growing so TALL they could reach God,
they cannot get enough of his love.
They will never stop trying to reunite with their creator.
because no one loves them like He.
I saw them as my SUNSHINE.
their rays giving spirit new life
facing the sun, waiting for HIS return.
Adrina Figuera
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Coob Wilaiwan
YEARS from now, our past will be a story
A story of long days and lonely nights,
hard work and lack of sleep
We'll live each day having intimately known the pain
of being apart
We'll appreciate and embrace our time together,
knowing how lucky we are to have made it through
And we'll find solace in the promise of a future together.
Candice
Miss Lucy has a steamboat (David Levithan Version)
Miss Lucy had a steamboat;
the steamboat had a bell.
Miss Lucy went to heaven;
the steamboat went to
Hello operator
please give me number nine.
If you disconnect me,
I’ll chop off your
Behind the ‘frigerator
there was a piece of glass.
Miss Lucy sat upon it
and it went right up her
Ask me no more questions
and I’ll tell you no more lies.
The boys are in the bathroom
zipping up their
Flies are in the belfry;
the bees are in the park.
And boys and girls are kissing
in the D A R K
D A R K
D A R K
DARK DARK DARK.
Sophie
The Lord is My Shepherd
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell[f] in the house of the Lord
forever.
Teoy
Friends
For the wag of tail, and a bark of hello,
to no other friend would I ever go.
To whisper my fears and lick away tear.
To run and to twirl all around,
there's no better friend, that I've ever found.
Xai Lo
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Nouie
The Narrow Way
Believe not those who say
The upward path is smooth,
Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way
And faint before the truth.
It is the only road
Unto the realms of joy;
But he who seeks that blest abode
Must all his powers employ.
Bright hopes and pure delights
Upon his course may beam,
And there amid the sternest heights,
The sweetest flowerets gleam; --
On all her breezes borne
Earth yields no scents like those;
But he, that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
Arm, arm thee for the fight!
Cast useless loads away:
Watch through the darkest hours of night;
Toil through the hottest day.
Crush pride into the dust,
Or thou must needs be slack;
And trample down rebellious lust,
Or it will hold thee back.
Seek not thy treasure here;
Waive pleasure and renown;
The World's dread scoff undaunted bear,
And face its deadliest frown.
To labour and to love,
To pardon and endure,
To lift thy heart to God above,
And keep thy conscience pure, --
Be this thy constant aim,
Thy hope and thy delight, --
What matters who should whisper blame,
Or who should scorn or slight?
What matters -- if thy God approve,
And if within thy breast,
Thou feel the comfort of his love,
The earnest of his rest?
Anne Brontë :