Friday, April 2, 2010

Under a spreading chestnut-tree...

Today’s entry is the sort of gem that is uncovered when a task, such as, “a poem a day” encounters Good Friday.
Starting with some vague recognition, perhaps by a school lesson, but surely by seeing it butchered by Jay Ward on “Bullwinkle’s Corner”, we discover “The Village Blacksmith” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It is probably worth committing to memory.

On another day, it would be easy to see this poem being used in a modern political debate.

Instead let’s be reminded to make each day count, to set a good example, to be there for your family, and to not be afraid to grieve for those you’ve lost. Finally, remember your life is what you make of it.

Enjoy.

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