Good morning, all! I wanted to share a recent post from a blog I enjoy reading called 22 Words. Each post is only 22 words, so it's short, sweet, and to the point. Perfect. The comments following are not 22 words and is usually an interesting conversation.
This post is about money and being judgemental. (Lord, help me.)
Here's a poem to remember summer that is passing in only one month on September 22...
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The Wild Honeysuckle | |
by Philip Freneau |
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Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,
Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet:
No roving foot shall crush thee here,
No busy hand provoke a tear.
By Nature’s self in white arrayed,
She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,
And planted here the guardian shade,
And sent soft waters murmuring by;
Thus quietly thy summer goes,
Thy days declining to repose.
Smit with those charms, that must decay,
I grieve to see your future doom;
They died—nor were those flowers more gay,
The flowers that did in Eden bloom;
Unpitying frosts and Autumn’s power
Shall leave no vestige of this flower.
From morning suns and evening dews
At first thy little being came;
If nothing once, you nothing lose,
For when you die you are the same;
The space between is but an hour,
The frail duration of flower. |
2 comments:
I'm excited for the fall!
I'm so glad you love poetry! I wish you didn't have to work on Wednesday nights so you could come to open mic.
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