Found a poem I've been searching for since high school -- which was... oh... maybe a couple of years ago???
I remembered the first three lines, and have been searching in poetry books all over the place, worried I might have made it up, but... FOUND IT!!! On a whim, while procrastinating via Google.
The poet's name is Langston Hughes, who was apparently from Missouri. The poem, as I suspected, is called "Dreams":
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
On a day when the world has gone into flash-freeze... I'm so glad I found this poem again!
I remembered the first three lines, and have been searching in poetry books all over the place, worried I might have made it up, but... FOUND IT!!! On a whim, while procrastinating via Google.
The poet's name is Langston Hughes, who was apparently from Missouri. The poem, as I suspected, is called "Dreams":
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
On a day when the world has gone into flash-freeze... I'm so glad I found this poem again!