Sunday, February 21, 2010

Poem Sunday - Feb 21st '10

The Minuet - Mary Mapes Dodge


Grandma told me all about it,
Told me so I couldn't doubt it,
How she dances, my grandma danced; long ago -
How she held her pretty head,
How her dainty skirt she spread,
How she slowly leaned and rose - long ago.

Grandma's hair was bright and sunny,
Dimpled cheeks, too, oh, how funny!
Really quite a pretty girl - long ago.
Bless her! why, she wears a cap,
Grandma does, and takes a nap
Every single day: and yet
Grandma danced the minuet - long ago.

"Modern ways are quite alarming,"
Grandma says, "but boys were charming"
(Girls and boys she means, of course) "long ago."
Brave but modest, grandly shy;
She would like to have us try
Just to feel like those who met
In the graceful minuet - long ago


Not in Vain - Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

 

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