I have been searching for a poem that dates back to the classics. My great-grandmother used to recite it and I can't remember the title or author to try to find the poem. I remember that it has the starting, "Standing at the foot boys, looking at the sky. How can you get up boys, if you never try?" If this poem rings a bell with anyone, please let me know. I am desparate to find it and don't know where to even begin to look.
from THE BEACON THIRD READER by James H. Fassett with a copyright dtd: 1914.
( very easy to find at abebooks, bn, amazon, etc, as form US 3)
Drive the nail aright, boys,
Hit it on the head;
Strike with all your might, boys,
While the iron's red.
When you've work to do, boys,
Do it with a will;
They who reach the top, boys,
First must climb the hill.
Standing at the foot, boys,
Gazing at the sky,
How can you get up, boys,
If you never try?
Though you stumble oft, boys,
Never be downcast;
Try, and try again, boys,
You'll succeed at last.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/06/2005 07:28PM by ilza.
That's a nice addition to the 'keep trying' poems. (and in 7 minutes, too!)
My grand dad used to tell me this poem. He is on his deathbed today and I was just reminscing those old days. This poem means a lot to me.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/21/2008 04:26PM by nikhil201.