Morning Folks 04 09 08

I recently joined an on-line community of poetry readers and writers and am having great fun with it. There are a lot of good pieces posted, some not so good. Lots of free verse and Haiku, and all that. But, today someone posted this poem and commented on how it was something they had learned as a child. I had heard it before too, so many of you will recognize it. But, I think it's great and it rhymes, so it's my kind of poem!

Edgar Guest and friend

It Couldn't be Done
Edgar Guest


Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "couldn’t be done," and you’ll do it.




Have a great day. I know you can do that!

Love.

Suz