Everything We Do (by: Unknown) We may not always realize that everything we do Affects not only our lives but touches others too. continue reading
Flood, The (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864)) On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch that trembled while I stood Bent o'er its wall to watch the dashing spray continue reading
Flower, The (by: George Herbert (1593 - 1633)) How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides their own demean, The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring. continue reading
For A Favorite Granddaughter (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Never love a simple lad, Guard against a wise, Shun a timid youth and sad, Hide from haunted eyes. continue reading
For Once, Then Something (by: Robert Frost (1875 - 1963)) Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths--and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. continue reading
For Such A Little While (by: Helen Steiner Rice) God gave you your daughter For such a little while; He put a bit of heaven In the sunshine of her smile. continue reading
Friendships Flower (by: Helen Steiner Rice) Life is like a garden And friendship like a flower, That blooms and grows in beauty With the sunshine and the shower. continue reading
Future, The (by: Matthew Arnold (1822 - 1888)) A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time; Brimming with wonder and joy He spreads out his arms to the light, Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream. continue reading
