Classic poem of the day
'T is sweet to behold when the billows are sleeping,
Some gay-colored bark moving gracefully by;
No damp on her deck but the eventide's weeping,
No breath in her sails but the summer wind's sigh.
Yet who would not turn with a fonder emotion,
To gaze on the life-boat, tho' rugged and worn,
Which often hath wafted o'er hills of the ocean
The lost light of hope to the seaman forlorn!
Oh! grant that of those who in life's sunny slumber
Ar......
Member poem of the day
Mothers feeding babies - excitement around bird tables
