Fun fact: Easter eggs aren’t just colorful, candy- filled delights for children to hunt for on church lawns: According to Wikipedia, an Easter egg is “a message, image, or feature hidden in software, a video game, a film, or another—usually electronic—medium.”

Examples of Easter eggs in media include: movie “hints” in Pixar films, the Konami Code, and Steven Spielberg- George Lucas crossovers, like in the film E.T. (1982) when E.T. points to a kid wearing a Yoda mask during Halloween and says “home”. (Several Star Wars references were also in the Indiana Jones trilogy as well, like how the hieroglyphics in Ark of the Covenant depict R2D2 and C3PO, or how Indiana Jones goes to “Club Obi Wan” in Temple of Doom).

Unfortunately, I don’t have the will or creativity to think of my own Easter egg to insert in this column, so two poems will have to do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to Publix to find the other kind of Easter egg, the ones that are chocolate-ty and tend to melt in the backseats of cars.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson

 “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops - at all And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm I’ve heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest Sea Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

Ashes of Life, Edna St. Vincent Millay

 Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!

But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!

Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do; This or that or what you will is all the same to me; But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through, — There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, — And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There’s this little street and this little house.

Andrea Gutierrez is the managing editor of the Bryan County News. Gutierrez would like to wish everyone a happy Easter, if they celebrate.