Wednesday, April 26, 2017

“When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future.” 
― AberjhaniCollected Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black

The Heron

A Heron was walking sedately along the bank of a stream, his eyes on the clear water, and his long neck and pointed bill ready to snap up a likely morsel for his breakfast. The clear water swarmed with fish, but Master Heron was hard to please that morning.
"No small fry for me," he said. "Such scanty fare is not fit for a Heron."
Now a fine young Perch swam near.
"No indeed," said the Heron. "I wouldn't even trouble to open my beak for anything like that!"
As the sun rose, the fish left the shallow water near the shore and swam below into the cool depths toward the middle. The Heron saw no more fish, and very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.
Do not be too hard to suit or you may have to be content with the worst or with nothing at all.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The Wild Boar & the Fox

A Wild Boar was sharpening his tusks busily against the stump of a tree, when a Fox happened by. Now the Fox was always looking for a chance to make fun of his neighbors. So he made a great show of looking anxiously about, as if in fear of some hidden enemy. But the Boar kept right on with his work.
"Why are you doing that?" asked the Fox at last with a grin. "There isn't any danger that I can see."
"True enough," replied the Boar, "but when danger does come there will not be time for such work as this. My weapons will have to be ready for use then, or I shall suffer for it."
Preparedness for war is the best guarantee of peace.

Monday, April 24, 2017

There are many little ways to enlarge your child’s world. Love of books is the best of all.

–Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.
One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.
It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” 
― Johann Wolfgang von GoetheWilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship

Be gentle

Do what you can understand, to help people. 
Step inside their grief, their desolation. 
Step down from the heights of your self-sufficiency to the valley of the people out in the open who are without shelter and without security.
Never be hard. Never judge them.
Be gentle and try to understand their inexpressible
Longing for lost happiness, as well as their sometimes
Silly hankerings and needs.
Then you’ll be happy yourself, there will
come moments of serenity which will lift you right out
of the daily grind of life. You will have a heart big
enough to comfort everyone, to hold them all.
In gentleness lies never-ending comfort, for all people
Who are left in the icy cold of our form-filling,

Computerized society.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Crow & the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.
Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.
In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Plane Tree

Two Travellers, walking in the noonday sun, sought the shade of a widespreading tree to rest. As they lay looking up among the pleasant leaves, they saw that it was a Plane Tree.
"How useless is the Plane!" said one of them. "It bears no fruit whatever, and only serves to litter the ground with leaves."
"Ungrateful creatures!" said a voice from the Plane Tree. "You lie here in my cooling shade, and yet you say I am useless! Thus ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings!"
Our best blessings are often the least appreciated.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Sometimes certain people, teachers included, feel that they have done their duty by simply trying to teach others to read. When you decide to act the teacher it's of primary importance to help the pupils or students get something worth reading. 

Books, stories,tales,fables,verses which stir  their imagination, will help them make sense of their own lives and encourage them to reach out toward people whose lives are quite different from their own. 

Hope this evening, Phil Bossman will help us feel good and be helpful whenever needed.


 A hunting image

One evening,
During the TV news,
I was shocked by a picture,
A picture flashing between
The usual nightly scenes
Of wars and calamities.
Just before the sports news
There was a picture that got in between
For just a second.
A picture from one of the richest
Countries of the world,
With remarkable welfare services,
Where, from candle to grave,
Everyone is cushioned.
A picture from Sweden.
I saw an old man lying on the pavement.
I saw people walking past him.
The announcer said
that this man had been lying there for hours,
without anybody turning round to look at him.
Finally, a police car came.
The man was dead.

This picture haunts me,
It is a picture
from a dead, decadent civilization.
Did nobody see this man fall?
Why had nobody covered him up?
This is a public murder by indifference.
Or, to his fellowmen,
perhaps this man had already been dead
for a long time.
You know how small, how poor, how lonely, how
weak and how vulnerable people are.  
You know that there are tears that nobody will ever care about. 
You know that there is almost no sorrow greater than that of
a heart which nobody understands. 
You know that life
is an unbearable pain for some people.