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

      —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.

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