It's Me It's Me, A Blogwright

I wonder if my husband would agree with all of this; some, yes, I think. lol

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I just read this poem -- it is enchanting and dreamlike, despite it's theme being that mankind is going into extinction or slowly destroying itself -- or in the poem, already gone. For an indepth analysis, see Wiki. Sara won the first Nobel Prize for Poetry, being a woman at that!!!

Ray Bradbury used this poem to write a short story of the same title. I am going to reread that next. This story is one of the best-known and many said is the best-known fable in scifi. You can read it at Wiki.


Following, the POEM, by Sara Teasdale:

"There Will Come Soft Rains"

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale

Happy Birthday Internet

a poem by Elly

Happy Birthday Internet
also know as the World Wide Web
being stuck in your information trap
has become with many where it is "at"
all on-the-spot info in your coffers
along side many business offers
photos, music, videos, blogs and tweet
I can go around the world not using my feet
even into space I can venture
on universal, worldly, or philosophical adventure
somewhere someone is always on
I can chat all night through dawn
people connected through the air and wires
sharing all our innermost desires
looking, reading, listening to all
through my monitor, having a ball
all the new ifriends I have met
all thanks to you, dear Internet!