By Nina J P Evans

Thursday, December 31, 2009


Hope is the thing with feathers 

That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest 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.

What a beautiful and inspiring poem a most excellent way to see the end of 2009 and the very beginning of a new hope for 2010. I also like the way that the graffiti image above is a play on words—twisting a very negative sounding expression into a positive action. Let’s work together and help each other to make this year the best… To all a Happy New Year 2010!

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