Proud and Beautiful

Proud and Beautiful 

AFTER you have spent all the money modistes and manicures and mannikins will take for fixing you over into a thing the people on the streets call proud and beautiful,

After the shops and fingers have worn out all they have and know and can hope to have and know for the sake of making you what the people on the streets call proud and beautiful,
After there is absolutely nothing more to be done for the sake of staging you as a great enigmatic bird of paradise and they must all declare you to be proud and beautiful,
After you have become the last word in good looks, insofar as good looks may be fixed and formulated, then, why then, there is nothing more to it then, it is then you listen and see how voices and eyes declare you to be proud and beautiful

By Carl Sandburg  

Always stand proud and beautiful; 

         (Field notes photo 10/2) 

 As this little bush plant I found as I walked the other side of the park. Which weren't much although there were a lot of bushes, trees, and a pond. This beautiful plant was standing out because of the colors of it's leaves. 

        (Field notes photo 10/2)

Another photo of what I call a captivating tree. It brought my attention because out of all the trees, this was the only one that had a yellowish-greenish leave color. Which indeed, I thought was beautiful as well. 

       (Field notes photo 10/2) 

In this photo, it's a quick glance of what the pond looked like from my view of it. I thought the moon was standing proud and beautiful as it waited for it's turn to shine as the sun went down. I also, thought this was beautiful. 

 It's always a good thing to stand out, that way more people can actually notice you. Which it relates to the poem I chose for my blog, because we "listen and see how voices and eyes declare you to be proud and beautiful." 

*(I hope my poem got my point across, even if it made little sense)