Sometimes we have to stop and b-r-e-a-t-h-e. So today I’m simply sharing one of my favourite poems. Enjoy!
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
~Langston Hughes~
Did you know I used part of this poem as the epigraph in Fish House Secrets? Someone wrote it in my VMCI yearbook and I never forgot it. And I still love it, too. How many things do we think are great as teens and still feel that way about forty years later?
Kathy, I didn’t remember, but it’s quite possible that’s why I know this poem.
You’ve asked an interesting question! I love the poem The Road Not Taken as much as I ever did. I also love hearing music from my teenage years, but that’s probably more because of the memories associated with the songs than the music itself – it’s so hard to separate the two!
Ah, the music! “Hey Jude” still reminds me of my first car (a black Corvair) and how I used to drive the other girls to school in it. If there hadn’t been so much angst during those years I’d say they were the best of my life
Melodee, you know what they say: “Youth is precious to be wasted on the young.” If we could go back and relive those years with the wisdom and confidence we have now, wouldn’t that be amazing?
Yes, Janet, that would be really be amazing! It’s too bad that wisdom and confidence can’t be passed on to teenagers. Well, we could try, but their brains are all scrambled up during that time so they don’t listen to us
Melodee, I would love to pursue this discussion further, but it’s making me feel too OLD!