Okay it has been ages since I did this last...
Well I here is this weeks poem.
Hope is a Thing With Feathers
By: Emily Dickinson
Hope is a thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --
And greatest -- in the gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --
I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest sea --
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb -- of Me.
I hope everyone is superb