Happy 140th birthday, Paul Laurence Dunbar!

In Summer
by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Oh, summer has clothed the earth
In a cloak from the loom of the sun!
And a mantle, too, of the skies’ soft blue,
And a belt where the rivers run.

And now for the kiss of the wind,
And the touch of the air’s soft hands,
With the rest from strife and the heat of life,
With the freedom of lakes and lands.

I envy the farmer’s boy
Who sings as he follows the plow;
While the shining green of the young blades lean
To the breezes that cool his brow.

He sings to the dewy morn,
No thought of another’s ear;
But the song he sings is a chant for kings
And the whole wide world to hear.

He sings of the joys of life,
Of the pleasures of work and rest,
From an o’erfull heart, without aim or art;
‘T is a song of the merriest.

O ye who toil in the town,
And ye who moil in the mart,
Hear the artless song, and your faith made strong
Shall renew your joy of heart.

Oh, poor were the worth of the world
If never a song were heard,—
If the sting of grief had no relief,
And never a heart were stirred.

So, long as the streams run down,
And as long as the robins trill,
Let us taunt old Care with a merry air,
And sing in the face of ill.

Click here to read a biography of Dunbar.

Mother’s Day Proclamation by Julia Ward Howe

Sadly, these words are as relevant now as they were in 1870.

Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!

Say firmly:
“We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: “Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.”
Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace,
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God.

In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And at the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.

That Question?

I would think that people think before they ask you that question
that question that made you think that in that split second you would care
the question is ARE YOU THE BEST?
we are all the best
me, you and I
we’re all the best, in our own very way
But i think that god is the best!


Dreams are what you do at night
You have adventures, fights and talks,you
dream of having a guitar…..usually you
think of what is not real or what you
want or what you need. As i may say
what you need or grieve


There are memories that last a lifetime.
Some we’d rather forget
over and over in our minds
Remembering, hoping not to resent
Time goes by and we go on
Thinking of the past each day
Hoping tomorrow memories will be fond
and better than the other day.


Everyone goes thought it

when someone you loved died

 everyone gets over it

when they look on the bright side

but no matter what it is still there though

when you think of the person who passed away 

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

You can have fun during them all.
Winter is cold, dark and gray
But in the snow we laugh and play.
Then spring comes and flowers bloom.
Spring cleaning is necessary for every room.
Summer comes and school is out
All the kids scream and shout.
Time to play in the sun.
Summer time here we come!
Fall is the last in our list
This is the one i barely miss.
School is in and its time to study
it’s only fun with your buddies.
This is how we have through them all!!


Everyone is almost your friend here

And everything may never change here

Surprise who you might meet

The memories you will have here 


Change can be likely but not always

Hearing the birds sing in the morning 

It will always be here even when you move away

Can be exciting here

A town is your home

Go on but never forget your town

Only remember the good things

 This is my town





What Happens Now?

What Happens Now

The world seems like a happy place;

Looking at a persons individual face

Is different in many ways,

You can see the real problems that people don’t say

Beacuse they are afraid what will come their way?

What happens next?

The world is falling into the old witches hex;

We cannot let our world fall apart

This place we call “Earth” is our homestead

Resting place

Our Hakuna Matata

Living room

Our casa


Our a la maison

Our caza

Our home sweet home

What happens Now

Is up to us