So this winter we have had less then a quarter of the usual snowfall (as you can tell from these pictures) :( However, it will probably make for the lack of snow in April or May when I am dying for spring Not snow!
Anyways I took these a few weeks ago and finally got around to downloading them to the computer.
Okay so I must admit that in the past this poem has not been a favorite. The few times I was assigned to read it I would lets be nice and say that I "skimmed." Well, a couple of days ago I was browsing through a volume of poems and came across this one and decided to read it. Umm it brought tears to my eyes! So now I have dedicated myself to memorize it :) Anyways here is a new favorite of mine.
O Captain! My Captain!
Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has
weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is
near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes
the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
heart! heart! heart!
bleeding drops of red,
on the deck my Captain lies,
cold and dead.
Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you
the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and
ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they
call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Captain! dear father!
arm beneath your head;
some dream that on the deck,
fallen cold and dead.
Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is
anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;