Uniquely Yours Craft Journal

“The tide rises”

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curfew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveler hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls,

The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

Eface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the stress in their stalls

Stamp and neighbors as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but never more

Returns the traveler to the shore,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.”

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Dear Fellow Journalers,

Like all journals, the writing in it is more important than the outside but how do you start a Poetry Journal? If you want to draw pictures or doodle around your poetry, you need a book with blank pages. On the other hand, if you need to keep your words in order you need a journal with lines such as a spiral-bound journal.

The biggest challenge is organization. You could divide your journal in several different ways::

Emotions -joy, anger, sorrow, humility, pride

Seasons and holidays

Chronologically

Poetic form (limericks, sonnet etc.

Subject – friends, nature etc.

Next week some samples of covers and pages.

~Sallie

A Lovely Day

Actually I couldn’t say

What made this such a lovely day.

The air was chill, the clouds hung low,

Yet it was lovely – that I know.

Perhaps it was because someone

Smiled my way and brought the sun;

Maybe it was only that

A friend stopped by for a little chat;

Or that a neighbor passing by

Called a warm and friendly “hi!”

Possibly its special glow

Came from helping one I know –

Not much really just a hand

To let him know I understand.

Nothing happened, actually

To set this day apart for me.

Things went along the usual way –

But oh, it’s been a lovely day!

By Helen Marshall

The road you take

May the road you take along life’s way

Lead onward, upward, every day;

When you reach crossroads, like pilgrims of old

May you have vision to see, to behold

The road which leads to the evening star…

To horizons afar.

May you find courage when the day is long,

And in your heart may there be a song;

May you have faith to carry you through;

“To thine own self, May you ever be true;

May you find joy in lifting the load

Others are carrying along life’s road.

By Clara Reber