Invictus Two roads diverged in a yellow

wood,
By William Ernest Henley
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
Out of the night that covers me,
And looked down one as far as I
Black as the pit from pole to could
pole, To where it bent in the undergrowth;
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
In the fell clutch of circumstance Because it was grassy and wanted
I have not winced nor cried wear,
aloud. Though as for that the passing there
Under the bludgeonings of chance Had worn them really about the
My head is bloody, but same,
unbowed.
And both that morning equally lay
Beyond this place of wrath and In leaves no step had trodden black.
tears Oh, I marked the first for another
day!
Looms but the Horror of the
Yet knowing how way leads on to
shade,
way
And yet the menace of the years
I doubted if I should ever come
Finds and shall find me back.
unafraid.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
It matters not how strait the gate, Somewhere ages and ages hence:
How charged with Two roads diverged in a wood, and
punishments the scroll, I…...I took the one less traveled by,
I am the master of my fate, And that has made all the difference.
I am the captain of my soul.

Annabel Lee
The Road Not Taken by Edgar Allan Poe
by Robert Frost It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you And this maiden she lived with no
may know other thought
By the name of ANNABEL LEE; Than to love and be loved by me.
And this maiden she lived with no
other thought I was a child and she was a child,
Than to love and be loved by me. In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was
I was a child and she was a child, more than love-
In this kingdom by the sea; I and my Annabel Lee;
But we loved with a love that was With a love that the winged seraphs
more than love- of heaven
I and my Annabel Lee; Coveted her and me.
With a love that the winged seraphs
of heaven And this was the reason that, long
Coveted her and me. ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
And this was the reason that, long A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
ago, My beautiful Annabel Lee;
In this kingdom by the sea, So that her highborn kinsman came
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling And bore her away from me,
My beautiful Annabel Lee; To shut her up in a sepulchre
So that her highborn kinsman came In this kingdom by the sea.
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre The angels, not half so happy in
In this kingdom by the sea. heaven,
Went envying her and me-
The angels, not half so happy in Yes!- that was the reason (as all men
heaven, know,

Annabel Lee In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud
by Edgar Allan Poe by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
But our love it was stronger by far
That a maiden there lived whom you
than the love
may know
Of those who were older than we-
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven
And neither the angels in heaven above,
above, Nor the demons down under the
Nor the demons down under the sea,
sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

African Child
Went envying her and me- By: EKU McGRED
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men
know,
In this kingdom by the sea) I am an African child
That the wind came out of the cloud Born with a skin the colour of
by night, chocolate
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. Bright, brilliant and articulate
Strong and bold; I'm gifted
But our love it was stronger by far
than the love
Talented enough to be the best
Of those who were older than we- I am an African child
Of many far wiser than we-
Often the target of pity
My future is not confined to Give me the gift of a lifetime;
charity Give me a dream, a door of
Give me the gift of a lifetime; opportunity;
Give me a dream, a door of I will thrive
opportunity; I am an African child
I will thrive
I am an African child Do not hide my fault
show me my wrong
Do not hide my fault I am like any other;
show me my wrong Teach me to dream
I am like any other; And I will become
Teach me to dream I am an African child
And I will become
I am an African child I am the son, daughter of the
soil
I am the son, daughter of the Rich in texture and content
soil Full of potential for a better
African Child tomorrow
By: EKU McGRED Teach me discipline, teach me
character, teach me hard work
I am an African child Teach me to think like the star
Born with a skin the colour of within me
chocolate I am an African child
Bright, brilliant and articulate
Strong and bold; I'm gifted I can be extra-ordinary
Talented enough to be the best call me William Kamkwamba
I am an African child the Inventor;
Give me a library with books
Often the target of pity Give me a scrap yard and
My future is not confined to discarded electronics
charity Give me a broken bicycle;
Plus the freedom to be me I am an African child
And I will build you a wind mill
I am an African child We are the new generation
Not afraid to be us
We are the new generation Uniquely gifted, black and
Not afraid to be us talented
Uniquely gifted, black and Shining like the stars we are
talented We are the children of Africa
Shining like the stars we are Making the best of us
We are the children of Africa Yes! I am an African child
Making the best of us
Yes! I am an African child

Rich in texture and content

Full of potential for a better
tomorrow
Teach me discipline, teach me
character, teach me hard work
Teach me to think like the star
within me
I am an African child

I can be extra-ordinary
call me William Kamkwamba
the Inventor;
Give me a library with books
Give me a scrap yard and
discarded electronics
Give me a broken bicycle;
Plus the freedom to be me
And I will build you a wind mill