Classic poem of the day
Tell me of Progress if you will,
But give me sunshine on a hill—
The grey rocks spiring to the blue,
The scent of larches, pinks, and dew,
And summer sighing in the trees,
And snowy breath on every breeze.
Take towns and all that you'll find there,
And leave me sun and mountain air!
Member poem of the day
SNOWMAN PLUS ONE
It was a winter’s evening, snowing and dark
An empty street with a fir tree, laden white
Made to endure when it was cold and stark
A street lamp shone with its soft yellow light
The snowman stood, twig arms opened wide
And both pebble eyes that offered him sight
He was warmly dressed up for being outside
Top hat and tartan scarf with dangling ends
A row of black buttons, and a smile so wide
Perhap...