Today’s Excerpt: “Hope” is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet never in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Optional activity: Print out this feather template and have family members write down things they hope for in the feather.

• How is hope like a bird?
• Sentence stem: “I feel the most hope when…”