Okay here is a poem that my Grandma made me memorize. It is not emo/goth or any of that ----, and it's very deep and beautiful. Hope is the thing with feathers That pearches in the soul That sings a tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the gail is heard And sore must be the song That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest sea Yet never in extremity It asked a crumb of me. -Emily Dickenson That is my favorite poem, and I had to memorize it 2 years ago, and normally I don't memorize poems for longer than I need to.
