DPS+Poetry

**Please sign up for the date that you will bring in your favorite poem to read aloud to the class.** Mon. Oct 17: Wed. Oct 19: kyle logan otis Mon. Oct 24: Natalie Jacobson Wed. Oct 26: Lauren Weinberger Fri. Oct 28: Frances Master Mon. Oct 31: Ben Canvasser Wed. Nov. 2: jacob silberg Maddy selonke Robby Weinbaum Fri. Nov.4: autumn Jacob

// by: Robert Herrick // GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
 * TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. **

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry : For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.

** O Captain! My Captain! ** // by: Walt Whitman // O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10 For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

**On Turning Ten** By: Billy Collins The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-- a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back, but that is because you have forgotten the perfect simplicity of being one and the beautiful complexity introduced by two. But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit. At four I was an Arabian wizard. I could make myself invisible by drinking a glass of milk a certain way. At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly against the side of my tree house, and my bicycle never leaned against the garage as it does today, all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself, as I walk through the universe in my sneakers. It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.

(Chosen by Ms. Beck)

Thank You, Wings By Rick Nagy (Contact: rnagy@providence-hospital.org)

It's obvious you care, but I doubt that you know, The impact you have on the everyday Joe. The excitement we feel for the upcoming games When the playoffs begin, be it Canucks or the Flames. After a long working day, or watching over the kids, The stress disappears watching Darren throw hits, Or Malts and Drapes making other team's stars Leave their game on the bench, and forget who they are. Vancouver came first, and they played us fierce, But after awhile reality appears In the form of a captain, two kids and a goat, After Nick Lidstrom's slap shot, Dan Cloutier was smote. The battle between Cheli and big Todd Bertuzzi Was the highlight by far of the series for me, At 40 years old he has proved he's no floozy, Took 3rd star in game 6, and skated with glee.

Next came the Blues, with revenge on their minds, But aside from game 3, we whipped their behinds. To see Malts blocking shots, without even a stick, Was a sight for sore eyes for St. Dominick. The turning point came when Pronger decided To run at the captain, while momentum subsided. Stevie saw him coming, and with one sideways thrust, The potential for St. Louis was officially a bust. They couldn't bounce back for their team's not as deep, The lesson they learn, look before you leap!

By the time Colorado made their way into town, The air was electric, with two series down, It was time for a payback, the new guys would see The best match in sports, a true rivalry. A hat trick by D-Mac, A Chris Drury dagger, Frederick the Great makes the Avs lose their swagger. In a rare lapse of poise, the great Patrick is now humble, "Statue of Liberty" in his sleep he is now heard to mumble. Forsberg is contained, and Sakic is quiet, And if you think that's easy, then you ought to try it. But nothing's impossible for the 2002 Wings, Precisely why the city now sings. Game 7 was surely a magnificent treat, I spent the entire game up on my feet, Yelling "Homer" and "Luc" and "Sergei" all night, Knowing the Dominator had won this fight.

When the Stanley Cup finals were finally here, I traded the Patrick Roy voodoo doll for beer, For now it was sure, celebration was coming, If Scotty listened close, I'm sure Stevie was humming. He's seen it before, he'll see it again, The chemistry was right, a team full of friends, The hurricane quickly was under control, With our beloved "Professor's" third overtime goal, And though the "Duke" soon may be needing new teeth, He's drinking from Stanley, and it's just as sweet.

So in closing I'd just like to give you a clue, What the rest of this town truly does think of you, You gave us a summer to truly enjoy, Like giving a child his favorite toy. You thanked all your fans at the parade yesterday, But what you gave us we can never repay.

Thank you for such a wonderful memory!

HOPE

By: Sri Chinmoy

Hope abides; therefore I abide. Countless frustrations have not cowed me. I am still alive, vibrant with life. The black cloud will disappear, The morning sun will appear once again In all its supernal glory. This was chosen by Lauren weinberger