The Storm Generation

This was the first poem I ever read that I couldn't get out of my mind, and it seems more real now than ever! Feel free to share any quotes, or poems, or excerpts that moved you here on this page. I will share them!

There Will Come Soft Rains
Sara Teasdale, 1884 - 1933

(War Time)

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

And frogs in the pools 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.

Our first reading events will be coming soon! Stay tuned!

Here's one of my own poems from a blog I've neglected for some time now. Hopefully I'll find more time to write soon! -Jackie M. Storm

https://artbyjmiriam.wordpress.com/2013/04/16/who-am-i/

Who Am I? One morning I woke up, rolled out of bed, shuffled to the kitchen, and made myself some toast. As I started to sit down to eat it, the idea to write something struck me. I grabbed a notebook, a pen…