Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.
Keep trying. Take care of the small circle around you. When you have succeeded with them, then move out one step at a time.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Thou art not dead! Thou art the whole Of life that quickens in the sod.
Late Winter Snow
These small sierras sawing at the sky
Border the highway as the plow goes by.
The snowdrifts fatten on the leeward side
While papers, beer cans, garbage hide
Beneath the graying blanket on the ground.
At thawing time the long lost will be found —
Litter and junk, tumbled snow fences...
Let's hope spring cleaning comes when spring commences!
St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time
Just yesterday, they started keeping house...
Molly was young and he was straight and tall.
"What am I offered for these maple chairs?"
He hears the droning voices rise and fall.
The bed in which they slept for fifty years,
The cherry table Molly always set,
The cradle that was never used, are sold.
The lengthened shadows deepen his regret.
The farm is offered last. A young man bids,
An eager Molly clinging to his hand.
The old man wonders if they know they buy
More than a farm, when they bid on his land.
Man is what he believes.
The sun with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own. It says 'Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.'