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I am pretty sure that a few months ago I shared with all of you the loss I went through with many of my friends for my Choir Director’s passing. It is still hard to think of him being gone due to how much he touched the hearts of people all over the world! He is how I met my husband and I will never be able to forget that!

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The choir of past, present, and future have been such a wonderful family to lean on and laugh with when thinking of all the wonderful memories of him. Music is the language that all people can understand even when they can’t hear it, they can still feel the emotion in the vibrations. Here is a poem that my friend post on Facebook today in honor of MR. B and I though you might like it! Love you Mr. Brewer!!!!!!

“Going on six months now, I still feel your presence in every note I sing, play, or hear. The wondrous words I vow, these hearts around me give me strength, when I fear.
You touched us all, each and every one. You made us stronger, in the longest run.
The Sun is brighter, my sorrows a little lighter, all because you were here. The world is better, troubled times a little lesser, especially if you were near.
Never would we think of, your pain not be enough.
The children, how they would smile, listen, and stare, all the while, our songs filled their halls for miles.
You had the beast inside, your love for music has defined, you’re ever in our minds.
From Budapest to Madrid, oh, the things that we did, sing your heart out, kid.”

-Travis Clifton

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“Advice to a Prophet” By Richard Wilbur

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God’s name to have self-pity,
Spare us all word of the weapons, their force and range,
The long numbers that rocket the mind;
Our slow, unreckoning hearts will be left behind,
Unable to fear what is too strange.
Nor shall you scare us with talk of the death of the race.
How should we dream of this place without us?—
The sun mere fire, the leaves untroubled about us,
A stone look on the stone’s face?
Speak of the world’s own change. Though we cannot conceive
Of an undreamt thing, we know to our cost
How the dreamt cloud crumbles, the vines are blackened by frost,
How the view alters. We could believe,
If you told us so, that the white-tailed deer will slip
Into perfect shade, grown perfectly shy,
The lark avoid the reaches of our eye,
The jack-pine lose its knuckled grip
On the cold ledge, and every torrent burn
As Xanthus once, its gliding trout
Stunned in a twinkling. What should we be without
The dolphin’s arc, the dove’s return,
These things in which we have seen ourselves and spoken?
Ask us, prophet, how we shall call
Our natures forth when that live tongue is all
Dispelled, that glass obscured or broken
In which we have said the rose of our love and the clean
Horse of our courage, in which beheld
The singing locust of the soul unshelled,
And all we mean or wish to mean.
Ask us, ask us whether with the worldless rose
Our hearts shall fail us; come demanding
Whether there shall be lofty or long standing
When the bronze annals of the oak-tree close.

Disney Poetry

I went to a magic world
Of happiness and fun
I played and gave it my very all
Under the hot Orlando sun

A kingdom of hopes and dreams
And only good decisions
And underneath the bricks and steel
A man’s passion and his vision

You hear it in the words of songs
And stories where dreams come true
Where optimism rules the day
And all the skies are blue

I had a great day in the land of ears
And wands and princess gowns
I saw happy faces all day long
And never saw a frown

So how do you fulfill your dreams?
I know I learned one way
You share it for the world to see
And invite it to come and play

Colin Kohlsmith

Feb 14, 2010

http://hellopoetry.com/words/111865/disney/poems/