Memory Work
DD is learning a couple of new poems from a very old book we own from 1904 called the Value of Cheerfulness. We both like these poems and I thought I’d share them with you all. And since the poems are inspiring, why not some awe-inspiring art (left). I love, love, love Albert Bierstadt’s sweeping landscapes of the American West.
They might not need me–
Yet they might–
I’ll let my heart be
Just in sight.
A smile so small
As mine might be
Precisely their
Necessity.
—By Emily Dickinson
It is easy enough to be happy
When Life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while
Is the man with a smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
— Anon.
