There is so much out there that I'm sure I am not aware of I don't even know what I am interested in! I just learned how to download songs from itunes and I was pretty proud of that. I remember when the remote on our TV had a cord and we thought that was big so as you can tell I am still in the infant stage and don't know if I will ever be a grown up!!
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean. Maya Angelou
I really have no idea how these could or should or would be used in libraries. I'm new to this and do not see the benefit or practical application for this, perhaps as I become more familiar my outlook will change.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions:)
Good, better, best
Never let it rest
Until my good is better
And my better best!
One of my favorite poems my Mom used to recite
ANNABELLE LEE
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In the sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
