Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
A Prayer for the Twenty-second Century
May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen and be understood:
May every aircraft fly safely;
May every traveler be found;
May sailors in crossing the seas,
Not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild like jungles,
May nature never be tamed.
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young;
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound;
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen and be understood:
May every aircraft fly safely;
May every traveler be found;
May sailors in crossing the seas,
Not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild like jungles,
May nature never be tamed.
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young;
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound;
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
Prayer for the 22nd Century
May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen and be understood:
May every aircraft fly safely;
May every traveler be found;
May sailors in crossing the seas,
Not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild like jungles,
May nature never be tamed.
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young;
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound;
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Where I'm From
I am from muddy boots
from weather-worn Levis and ballcaps.
I am from the state of the peach.
Warm, never-ending sunshine, bittersweet Autumn winds
It iced the tip of my nose.
I am from the cotton fields,
the live oak,
that stood up strong, even when it hailed.
I’m from the sailing and loud speaking,
from Amy and Derek.
I’m from the strong-willed
and stubborn-minded.
From Give Me Some Sugar! and Roll Tide Roll!
I’m from the church choir on Sundays
and the preacher with the Bible
and the pews in the second to last row.
I’m from the Cazenovia and Fairhope Branch.
Biscuits with gravy and peach cobbler.
From the antique dolls in the glass case at my great-grandfather’s house,
to the bonfires in the summer with my grandfather.
I am from apple pie in Autumn,
from fresh squeezed lemonade in the Summer.
I’m from Cherokee Roses in spring,
frost covered Pine branches in the winter.
I am from wooden playgrounds,
from old libraries.
I am from the smell of dew on the grass in the morning,
and the moist, heavy air in the afternoon.
I am from the train whistle in early dawn,
and the cicadas at twilight.
I’m from rain pouring down on the roof,
the lulling sound of the wind slapping the shutters.
I am from the droughts in Summer,
the iced roads in winter.
I am from open skies,
dotted with snow white clouds,
soft like a tuft of cotton.
I’m from the stars at night,
glittering like diamonds
thrown against black velvet.
I am from home-cooking.
From stained pots and pans.
I’m from old trinkets,
ornaments, salt-shakers, snow globes.
They sat on a dusty shelf.
I am from the grand piano
that lived beside the hearth.
Keys of ivory, black and white,
finely written notes in black ink
against a crisp sheet of paper.
Kept on my bedside are wooden frames
Snapshots of memories
Too many faces to remember,
too many faces to forget
I am from those moments
Like the dead leaves in the wind
Whisked from place to place,
taking memories with me as I go.
from weather-worn Levis and ballcaps.
I am from the state of the peach.
Warm, never-ending sunshine, bittersweet Autumn winds
It iced the tip of my nose.
I am from the cotton fields,
the live oak,
that stood up strong, even when it hailed.
I’m from the sailing and loud speaking,
from Amy and Derek.
I’m from the strong-willed
and stubborn-minded.
From Give Me Some Sugar! and Roll Tide Roll!
I’m from the church choir on Sundays
and the preacher with the Bible
and the pews in the second to last row.
I’m from the Cazenovia and Fairhope Branch.
Biscuits with gravy and peach cobbler.
From the antique dolls in the glass case at my great-grandfather’s house,
to the bonfires in the summer with my grandfather.
I am from apple pie in Autumn,
from fresh squeezed lemonade in the Summer.
I’m from Cherokee Roses in spring,
frost covered Pine branches in the winter.
I am from wooden playgrounds,
from old libraries.
I am from the smell of dew on the grass in the morning,
and the moist, heavy air in the afternoon.
I am from the train whistle in early dawn,
and the cicadas at twilight.
I’m from rain pouring down on the roof,
the lulling sound of the wind slapping the shutters.
I am from the droughts in Summer,
the iced roads in winter.
I am from open skies,
dotted with snow white clouds,
soft like a tuft of cotton.
I’m from the stars at night,
glittering like diamonds
thrown against black velvet.
I am from home-cooking.
From stained pots and pans.
I’m from old trinkets,
ornaments, salt-shakers, snow globes.
They sat on a dusty shelf.
I am from the grand piano
that lived beside the hearth.
Keys of ivory, black and white,
finely written notes in black ink
against a crisp sheet of paper.
Kept on my bedside are wooden frames
Snapshots of memories
Too many faces to remember,
too many faces to forget
I am from those moments
Like the dead leaves in the wind
Whisked from place to place,
taking memories with me as I go.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Open Doors
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| Image from Jisc |
She seeks the answers.
Inside of her head questions insinuate viciously.
Answers open doors to further curiosity.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Change is Possible!
Sometimes, small steps result in big accomplishments. Read on to discover how three young adults took that first small step towards making a difference.
Talia Leman started with the small idea of trick or treating for coins instead of candy to raise money for Hurricane Katrina victims and ended up earning over 10 million dollars to make a difference in the world. Watch her video and visit her website, Random Kids, to see how small acts make a big difference. Change is possible!
Rachel Wheeler started with the idea of helping the poor in Haiti and has raised enough money to build 27 homes. Watch her video to see how she maintained her focus and optimism. Change is possible!
Mary Margaret O'Neill started a website called, Kids Are Heroes, to encourage kids young adults to take action in making the world a better place. Watch her PSA (public service announcement) about how her idea started and what her organization is all about. Change is possible!
You can make a difference too; it is possible!
Talia Leman started with the small idea of trick or treating for coins instead of candy to raise money for Hurricane Katrina victims and ended up earning over 10 million dollars to make a difference in the world. Watch her video and visit her website, Random Kids, to see how small acts make a big difference. Change is possible!
Rachel Wheeler started with the idea of helping the poor in Haiti and has raised enough money to build 27 homes. Watch her video to see how she maintained her focus and optimism. Change is possible!
Mary Margaret O'Neill started a website called, Kids Are Heroes, to encourage kids young adults to take action in making the world a better place. Watch her PSA (public service announcement) about how her idea started and what her organization is all about. Change is possible!
You can make a difference too; it is possible!
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
You Can Make A Difference!
As we begin the solutions part of our Human Rights Challenge Based Learning Unit , consider how you can make a difference. Watch Jeremy Gilley's TEDtalk video to learn how he is working towards creating peace in our world.
In his TEDtalks speech, Gilley tells the story of how he fought to have people around the globe put down their weapons for at least one day, so countries can get help to millions of children in war-torn areas. September 21 is now officially recognized as Peace Day. One day can make a difference. You too can make a difference.
In his TEDtalks speech, Gilley tells the story of how he fought to have people around the globe put down their weapons for at least one day, so countries can get help to millions of children in war-torn areas. September 21 is now officially recognized as Peace Day. One day can make a difference. You too can make a difference.
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