Seasons |Hal Borland

30 Day Poetry/Prose & Spoken Word Challenge |Day 22

 

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

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Of Life’s Journey & Courage|Thomas S. Monson

Life’s journey is not traveled on a freeway devoid of obstacles, pitfalls, and snares. Rather, it is a pathway marked by forks and turnings. Decisions are constantly before us.

To make them wisely, courage is needed: the courage to say, ‘No,’ the courage to say, ‘Yes.’ Decisions do determine destiny. The call for courage comes constantly to each of us.

It has ever been so, and so shall it ever be.

Africa, Arise |Kwame Nkurumah

30 Day Poetry/Prose & Spoken Word Challenge |Day 20 

 

“Countrymen, the task ahead is great indeed, and heavy is the responsibility; and yet it is a noble and glorious challenge – a challenge which calls for the courage to dream, the courage to believe, the courage to dare, the courage to do, the courage to envision, the courage to fight, the courage to work, the courage to achieve – to achieve the highest excellencies and the fullest greatness of man.

Dare we ask for more in life?”

 

 

Locksley Hall |Lord Tennyson

30 Day Poetry/Prose & Spoken Word Challenge |Day 18

 

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest,
Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro’ the mellow shade,
Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.

 

 

 

 

 

Madeline |Ludwig Bemelmans

30 Day Poetry/Prose Challenge |Day 14

“In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines
Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines
In two straight lines they broke their bread
And brushed their teeth and went to bed.
They left the house at half past nine
In two straight lines in rain or shine-
The smallest one was Madeline.”

 

Cry The Beloved Country |Alan Paton

30 Day Poetry/Prose Challenge |Day 13

“What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?”