Welcome to your personal relaxing poetry reading.
Today,
I'm going to read to you two beautiful poems to help you feel calm,
Soothed,
And centered.
Before we begin,
Gently invite yourself to nuzzle in to somewhere nice and cozy and cuddly.
This is your time to pause,
Breathe,
And let go.
Here,
Let's take three deep,
Calming breaths so that we can settle in to this present moment.
Inhale,
A deep,
Long exhale.
Inhale,
A relaxing exhale.
Inhale,
A soothing and settling exhale.
Okay,
Let's begin.
Our first poem is called Hope by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
And sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm 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.
Our next poem is called Flight of Fancy and it's by Frank Halliwell.
If I had a magic carpet or a giant set of wings,
I'd leave this world of parking lots and noise and motor cars.
And I'd fly to far off places and I'd see a million things.
And I'd sleep beneath a canopy of 50 million stars.
So play a game of let's pretend and climb aboard my carpet.
And we'll fly and do those things we usually cannot.
We'll race the dawn around the world as swiftly as a comet and settle down in a gentle land,
The island of Shallott.
We'll journey then to Scotland to a misty rock bound coast.
And if we listen to the bleak sea wind,
We'll surely have a phantom church bell for a lost ghost.
Wander still the head listening for the inch cape or a strong carriage waiting near a lake that's frozen over.
The snow is falling gently in the wood that's dark and deep,
But we have no time.
This is just a short stopover for we have things to do and miles to go before we sleep.
The undulating curtains of the northern lights are glowing with their dancing colors beckoning as far as we can see.
We'll see the Yukon's frozen face and feel the chill wind blow.
And we'll rest beside Old Lake LaBarge and talk of Sam Mickey.
Now across the bleak Aleutians,
Past the snows of Fujiyama,
To the top of mighty Everest where we'll enjoy the views and the mountainside yellow isle.
It's dawning with the vista of the wide brown land before us.
Endless miles of golden beaches as our carpet breaks to slow.
I hope you all enjoyed your trip.
None of you were nervous.
It's morning and there's movement at the station down below.
I hope that you all enjoy personal,
Relaxing poetry reading.
That you feel a little bit calmer or centered than you did when you began our journey together today.
Take good care and enjoy the rest of your day.
