Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes

Follow Your Dream

by Amanda Bradley

Follow your dream...
Take one step at a time and don't settle for less
Just continue to climb.
Follow your dream...
If you stumble, don't stop and lose sight of your goal
Press to the top.
For only on top can we see the whole view
Can we see what we've done and what we can do
Can we then have the vision to seek something new
Press on.
Follow your dream.

Climb 'Til Your Dream Comes True

by Helen Steiner Rice

Often your tasks will be many,
And more than you think you can do...
Often the road will be rugged
And the hills insurmountable, too...
But always remember, the hills ahead

Are never as steep as they seem,
And with Faith in your heart start upward
And climb 'til you reach your dream,
For nothing in life that is worthy
Is ever too hard to achieve

If you have the courage to try it
And you have the Faith to believe
For Faith is a force that is greater
Than knowledge or power or skill
And many defeats turn to triumph

If you trust in God's wisdom and will...
For Faith is a mover of mountains,
There's nothing that God cannot do,
So start out today with Faith in your heart
And Climb 'Til Your Dream Comes True !

A Wish

by Edgar Guest

I'd like to be a boy again, a care-free prince of joy again,
I'd like to tread the hills and dales the way I used to do;
I'd like the tattered shirt again, the knickers thick with dirt again,
The ugly, dusty feet again that long ago I knew.

I'd like to play first base again, and Sliver's curves to face again,
I'd like to climb, the way I did, a friendly apple tree;
For, knowing what I do to-day, could I but wander back and play,
I'd get full measure of the joy that boy- hood gave to me.

I'd like to be a lad again, a youngster, wild and glad again,
I'd like to sleep and eat again the way I used to do;
I'd like to race and run again, and drain from life its fun again,
And start another round of joy the moment one was through.

But care and strife have come to me, and often days are glum to me,
And sleep is not the thing it was and food is not the same;
And I have sighed, and known that I must journey on again to sigh,
And I have stood at envy's point and heard the voice of shame.

I've learned that joys are fleeting things; that parting pain each meeting brings;
That gain and loss are partners here, and so are smiles and tears;
That only boys from day to day can drain and fill the cup of play;
That age must mourn for what is lost throughout the coming years.

But boys cannot appreciate their priceless joy until too late
And those who own the charms I had will soon be changed to men;
And then, they too will sit, as I, and backward turn to look and sigh
And share my longing, vain, to be a care- free boy again.

4/21/98