Ricochet Thinks, "Hope Is A Thing With Feathers "

[David Miller]

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches 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 worn


I've heard it in the chilliest land
And in the strongest sea
Yet never in Extremity
It asked a crumb of me


Emily Dickinson


Read by: Ricochet and David (actually, David read it to Ricochet...Vicki came into my room and caught me reading this poem to Ricochet). She asked, " What college are you going to send Ricochet to? "



David, Vicki and Ricochet

[JackieRTP]

Thanks for sharing the poem David

[David Miller]

Originally Posted by JackieRTP

Thanks for sharing the poem David

Your welcome! I made a mistake with the word ' worn ' in the second stanza, last word!


It should be ' warm ' . OOPS !


I wrote this late night and didn't catch it. It changed the meaning!


Dave

[Evelyn]

Sweet poem. Thanks