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Poem of the Day ~ There Will Come Soft Rains

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There Will Come Soft Rains

Sara Teasdale

(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.

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Something to Think About

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The past had its moment. It’s gone. Life is all about contributing to build a better future for ourselves, our families, and our communities. That sounds like an impossible task. It’s impossible until we break it down to it’s most essential pieces. It’s how we care about ourselves, families, neighbors, and colleagues. When we work collectively at our most fundamental level, our actions connect throughout the world to all others working at this fundamental level. We understand that great things can be accomplished when we work together, stop the insanity of war, and build a society that peacefully endures.

Something to Think About

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There would be fewer wars if world leaders put their children on the front lines. There would be less hunger if those in power had to live in poverty for two weeks. There would be less crime if leaders had to live in crime infested ares. It’s easy to make political gain and criticize when we are far removed from the problems. When we are placed in the midst of the problems, our viewpoints change. 

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