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This Your Home Now by Mark Doty

Travel is a leap into the unknown. It’s a willingness to accept what the world throws at us as we leave our familiar setting. Sometimes, as Mark Doty notes in his poem, this can be unsettling. Sometimes we can lose our … Continue reading

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September, 1918 by Amy Lowell

September, 1918 This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open … Continue reading

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The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Swing How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till … Continue reading

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