Dove by Tim Green
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Out of the sunshine and out of the heat,
Out of the dust of the grimy street,
A song fluttered down in the form of a dove,
And it bore me a message, the one word—Love!
Ah, I was toiling, and oh, I was sad:
I had forgotten the way to be glad.
Now, smiles for my sadness and for my toil, rest
Since the dove fluttered down to its home in my breast!
Have you heard about having a Poetry Escape Room? Sounds like something students would really enjoy! Here are more escape room ideas.
Mainely Write has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Donna!