# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
If by Rudyard Kipling - Read by Sir Michael Caine

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.description
Poems, readings, poetry news and the entire 110-year archive of POETRY magazine.

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.readable_text
My father knows the proper way
   The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
   Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
   He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
   We have to hire a man.


My father, in a day or two
   Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
   He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
   Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
   We have to send it out.


All public questions that arise,
   He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
   But grabs it while it's hot.
In matters of finance he can
   Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
   His bills as they fall due.


It almost makes him sick to read
   The things law-makers say;
Why, father's just the man they need,
   He never goes astray.
All wars he'd very quickly end,
   As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
   'Tis mother has to fight it.


In conversation father can
   Do many wondrous things;
He's built upon a wiser plan
   Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
   And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
   But look to ma for action.

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.description
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should now be done. He knows the way to fix the trusts, He has a simple plan; But if the furnace needs repairs, We have to hire a man.

# data[].attributes.headline
"A Brave and Startling Truth" by Mya Angelou #poem #video

# data[].attributes.subject
"A Brave and Startling Truth" by Mya Angelou #poem #video

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
Maya Angelou reading her poem "A Brave and Startling Truth"

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
The Boy Who Learned to Fly RIO 2016 | Usain Bolt

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.description
15 seconds · Clipped by Zonua · Original video "Coach Carter (6/9) Movie CLIP - Our Deepest Fear (2005) HD" by Movieclips

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.readable_text
The people I love the best

jump into work head first

without dallying in the shallows

and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.

They seem to become natives of that element,

the black sleek heads of seals

bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,

who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,

who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,

who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge

in the task, who go into the fields to harvest

and work in a row and pass the bags along,

who are not parlor generals and field deserters

but move in a common rhythm

when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.

Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.

But the thing worth doing well done

has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.

Greek amphoras for wine or oil,

Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums

but you know they were made to be used.

The pitcher cries for water to carry

and a person for work that is real.

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
To be of use by Marge Piercy | Poetry Foundation

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
PhysEdZone: "The Witch Doctor" PE Dance Fitness Warm-Up | Brain Break

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
Apple Steve Jobs Heres To The Crazy Ones

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou | Poetry Foundation

# data[].attributes.body
Lyrics here: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com/12-i-am-open_de_pearl-jam-1996-no-code___261412.aspx