Hope

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
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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;
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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;
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Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

Back to Homeschooling for us!

Some of you might think this totally crazy, but you know us...
It actually works out quite well for us to homeschool. In just 2 hours/ day, we get more done than schools do during one school year. Is it hard? Yes, on me. But I compare it to running. At first you may hate it and it seems impossible, then you get used to it, then you get runners high and love it!
The key is to take it easy, slow and steady do win the race!

Christmas 2008

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