EQUIPMENT BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

EQUIPMENT BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

Figure it out for yourself, my lad,

You've all that the greatest of men have had,

Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,

And a brain to use if you would be wise.

With this equipment they all began,

So start for the top and say 'I can.'

Look them over, the wise and great,

They take their food from a common plate

And similar knives and forks they use,

With similar laces they tie their shoes,

The world considers them brave and smart.

But you've all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,

You can be great if only you will,

You're well equipped for what fight you choose,

You have legs and arms and a brain to use,

And the man who has risen, great deeds to do

Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,

You are the one who must choose your place,

You must say where you want to go.

How much you will study the truth to know,

God has equipped you for life, But He

Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,

The man must furnish the will to win,

So figure it out for yourself, my lad,

You were born with all that the great have had,

With your equipment they all began.

Get hold of yourself, and say: 'I can.'

HUMAN FAMILY BY DR. MAYA ANGELOU

HUMAN FAMILY (POEM BY DR. MAYA ANGELOU) 

I note the obvious differences 

in the human family. 

Some of us are serious, 

some thrive on comedy. 

Some declare their lives are lived 

as true profundity, 

and others claim they really live 

the real reality. 

The variety of our skin tones 

can confuse, bemuse, delight, 

brown and pink and beige and purple, 

tan and blue and white. 

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas 

and stopped in every land. 

I’ve seen the wonders of the world, 

not yet one common man. 

I know ten thousand women 

called Jane and Mary Jane, 

but I’ve not seen any two 

who really were the same. 

Mirror twins are different 

although their features jibe, 

and lovers think quite different thoughts 

while lying side by side. 

We love and lose in China, 

we weep on England’s moors, 

and laugh and moan in Guinea, 

and thrive on Spanish shores. 

We seek success in Finland, 

are born and die in Maine. 

In minor ways we differ, 

in major we’re the same. 

I note the obvious differences 

between each sort and type, 

but we are more alike, my friends 

than we are unalike. 

We are more alike, my friends, 

than we are unalike. 

We are more alike, my friends, 

than we are unalike.

THE KITE BY HARRY BEHN

THE KITE BY HARRY BEHN 

(All of us like to fly kites. Have you ever tried to fly one? Read this poem about a kite as it flies in the sky.)

How bright on the blue 

Is a kite when it’s new! 

With a dive and a dip 

It snaps its tail 

Then soars like a ship 

With only a sail 

As over tides 

Of wind it rides, 

Climbs to the crest 

Of a gust and pulls, 

Then seems to rest 

As wind falls. 

When string goes slack 

You wind it back 

And run until 

A new breeze blows 

And its wings fill 

And up it goes! 

How bright on the blue 

Is a kite when it’s new! 

But a raggeder thing 

You never will see 

When it flaps on a string 

In the top of a tree.