This week the Daily Post has asked us to display: SERENITY
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Here are mine along with a poem I love from Emerson
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I
Fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky
Writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band,
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.- Ralph Waldo Emerson