March - Poem [Aaron]

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

Against the earth's sweet flowering breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree.

Personal Project - 'Picture This' Series [Aaron]

Spring is finally here!

It's definitely been a long winter;

I hope these pictures get you excited to be outside.

Can I get a hallelujah for green grass please?

March - Poem [Rebekah]

Winter: A Dirge 

by Robert Burns

The wintry west extends his blast,

  And hail and rain does blaw;

Or the stormy north sends driving forth

  The blinding sleet and snaw:

While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,

  And roars frae bank to brae;

And bird and beast in covert rest,

  And pass the heartless day.

“The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,”

  The joyless winter day

Let others fear, to me more dear

  Than all the pride of May:

The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,

  My griefs it seems to join;

The leafless trees my fancy please,

  Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme

  These woes of mine fulfil,

Here firm I rest; they must be best,

  Because they are Thy will!

Then all I want—O do Thou grant

  This one request of mine!—

Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,

  Assist me to resign.