"... the thing with feathers ..." - Emily Dickinson

 

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

by 
Emily Dickinson

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"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. 

Down in the Meadow - by Marilyn Monroe

Down in the Meadow

by

Marilyn Monroe

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When Mr South Wind sighs in the pines,
Old Mr Winter whimpers and whines.
Down in the meadow, under the snow,
April is teaching green things to grow.

When Mr West Wind howls in a glade,
Old Mr Summer nods in the shade.
Down in the meadow, under the brook,
Catfish are waiting for the hook.

Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow,
Scarecrow is waving at the moon.
Old Mr Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump,
With the magic of June.

When Mr East Wind shouts over head,
Then all the leaves turn yellow and red.
Down in the meadow corn stocks are high
Pumpkins are ripe and ready for pie.

[ and the actual song is not finished here ...]

Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow,
Scarecrow is waving at the Moon.
Old Mr Moon makes hearts everywhere go bump, bump,
With the magic of June.

When Mr North Wind rolls on the breeze,
Old father Christmas trims over trees.
Down in the meadow snow softly gleams
Earth goes to sleep and smiles in her dreams.

 [ the end! ]