Friday Favorites

When I was a child, I had to learn many poems by heart.

Was it the same for you?

Looking back on it, I believe that memorization is what sparked my love for poetry. Those verses really came alive when a chorus of grade school kids recited them with enthusiastic expression and dramatic hand gestures! Can’t you just picture it? ๐Ÿ˜‰

The words to many poems are still etched in my memory. Itโ€™s nice to recall them from time to time so for this week’s Friday Favorites, I have an old favorite! It never seems to lose its power โ€“ no matter how often itโ€™s read.

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~by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master;
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run–
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Can you remember a poem that you had to learn?

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Happy First Weekend in April, Kids!

And Happy Birthday (story here) to my Dad, who is 85 today. ๐Ÿ˜€

Hugs all around,

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Friday Favorites – Smile!

falltreeleavesIsn’t it amazing to know that when we smile, we actually trigger chemicals in the brain that make us happy?

Of course our smiles can make others happy too!

For this week’s Friday Favorites, I have a poem about smiles. You knew I was going there, right? ๐Ÿ˜‰

It really is a lovely poem though, and I hope you enjoy it.

The Value of a Smile

A smile costs nothing, but gives much.

It enriches those who receive,
without making poorer those who give.
It takes but a moment,
but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

Nobody is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and nobody is so poor but that he can be made rich by it.

A smile creates happiness in the home,
fosters good will in business,
and is the countersign of friendship.
It brings rest to the weary,
cheer to the discouraged,
sunshine to the sad,
and is nature’s best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,
for it’s something that is of no value to anyone
until it’s given away.

Some people are too tired to give you a smile.
Give them one of yours, as nobody needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.

~Anonymous

Hope your weekend is full of smiles.

Here’s one from me . . . ๐Ÿ˜€

See ya Monday for a new giveaway and new questions!

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