All Holiday Chorus

A Found Poem by Beverly Stock

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There's not a day in all the year

But holds some hidden pleasure,

And looking back, joys oft appear

To brim the past's wide measure.

But blessings are like friends, I hold,

Who love and labor near us.

We ought to raise our notes of praise

While living hearts can hear us.

We ought to make the moments note

The hours and days a silent phrase

Of music, we are living.

And so the theme should swell and grow

As weeks and months pass o'er us,

And rise sublime at this good time,

A grand “All Holiday” chorus.

I created this “Found” poem by editing one by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Thanksgiving into two stanzas that reflect my feelings for holidays. The Public Domain Poetry-Main Index lists three separate poems of the same name by Wilcox.

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Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

All Holiday Chorus

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