CRACKERJACK: • w 0 r (D or TH) • Yesterday was World Poetry Day and since I’m a believer in words and their power to lift us up, I figured I’d share one of my faves. “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.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

• w 0 r (D or TH) • Yesterday was World Poetry Day and since I’m a believer in words and their power to lift us up, I figured I’d share one of my faves. “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.

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