Poems

Speaking of poems, I want to share a poem I just read in my Literature book. Tell me what you think:


The Book Our Mothers Read
John Greenleaf Whittier

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll,
And all old flower-fields of the soul;
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from the quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.



It's an older poem, I believe, like the other one. What do you think?

Poe,s

Friendship

Okay, here's a poem that I like. It is old fashioned, but if you can't get past the old fashionedness, at least try to appreciate the poem for what it means. I did not write this poem, by the way.


Friendship

Friendship needs no studied phrases,
Polished face or winning wiles;
Friendship deals no lavish praises,
Friendship dons no surface smiles.

Friendship follow Nature's diction,
Shuns the blandishments of art,
Boldly severs truth from fiction,
Speaks the language of the heart.

Friendship cheers the faint and weary,
Makes the timid spirit brave,
Warns the erring, lights the dreary,
Smooths the passage to the grave.

Friendship- pure, unselfish friendship,
All through life's alloted span,
Nurtures, strengthens, widens, lengthens,
Man's relationship with man.


Butterfly

I'm random.

Alright, though delayed, here's the post you've been begging me for. Sorry, but I haven't been on blog recently so...

Anyway, here it is.


So what can I write that hasn't been said, what can I think that hasn't been thought? Should I go on about how Camp is amazing like everyone else, or can I think a though of my own? For me, Camp Hope seems to almost capsulate and capture my life, no, not my life, but the way I think of life, or perhaps the way I live it, I don't know.

When we're doing something so amazing and enjoyable, like singing in Chapel, or playing volleyball while dusk is falling and all you can see is sand in the air, and your eyes are hurting but you don't really care. Like when me and Elizabeth leaned over to talk to each other in our bunk beds and have our own "emotional devotional", while we're really just talking about things that some could say don't really matter. Or when Katie and I walked down to chapel together, and when I showed Nathan the horses, or when I chased Sam around the soccer field. Or when we drove up to Goat's Peak singing when I really didn't want to sing, or when we finally reached the top of the mountain and you were left to view the incredible glory of God's creation. Those moments, which seem even more precious when you think back to them make me remember and think back to other moments of my life, not just Camp Hope, but moments that have happened all through my life.

I will normally think about all those things, and come close to tears and laugh at the same time. I always come to one conclusion. I am soo blessed!