Something a little different today… we’re going to go with a poem by Emily Dickinson…
“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.
5 responses so far ↓
1 RachFace // Feb 25, 2003 at 5:30 pm
I think we should record our rockin song and put it on here for everyone to hear.
2 Josh // Feb 25, 2003 at 7:33 pm
That sounds like a good idea… =)
3 Greta // Feb 25, 2003 at 9:07 pm
double wedding sounds great!
4 RachFace // Feb 25, 2003 at 11:21 pm
JoshBGosh, what is Greta talking about?
5 Josh // Feb 25, 2003 at 11:52 pm
I have been asking that question for years now…
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